Waltz with Suy - continued

Front-right-step,
I chanted in my mind.
Back-left-step,
in my head she danced.

"One, two, three,"
I whispered to her ear.
"One, two, three,"
she drew me to her.

I lost myself,
in her familiar scent.
I lost count,
and traced along her neck.

The arm around my waist,
lovingly led me.
The hand that held my wrist,
I hold on dearly.

Waltz with Suy

Song just for you.

Song, a little sad, I think.

Three times of crumpled words.

Some notes and all my regrets.

All my regrets, of both of us,

are at my fingertips,

like do, ré, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do.


It's a song of a faded love,

like the one which you used to hum.

Three times, nothing of our lives.

Three times, like this melody.

What remains of both of us

is at the hollow of my voice,

like do, ré, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do.

It's a song in remembrance,

not to forget without saying anything.

Forget without saying anything.