That’s it, friend

Remember, my pleading all this time.
You grumbled that I do not come to your home, to know your household

But you knew that I wanted, wanted so much

It was so important to me to see the roots

To understand how someone like you grew.

But then, in our vacation, we were chasing girls.

Yesterday, I was, friend

And you, beautiful as ever

In an album.

 

I came to console your parents, and they consoled me.

Smiling slightly and saying, It will be good again someday.

I departed in pain

After many hours.

And with my hands I am eroded from the picture

To worlds of eternity.