Coffee and Music

I was pleased to hear the music that was more than music, I was pleased to drink coffee that was more than coffee. But now without you everything seems empty, Before which was pretty right now it seems ugly . Once your soft hands touched my meal table, I saw that night how wonderfully you stood holding the cup. Darling, those things may forget you, They may forget how did you touch them. But through those you activiate the breath to my dead soul, Did enchant me with your hands and your eyes. They will live in my heart, As long as the sun will distribute its light. Do you still hear me? You left all the memories suddenly fire up in my heart.