I turn my eyes to the abysm,
twisting my hands nevoursly.
I don' t love anymore, I brood over.
This stormy sea in me - it's an obsession
that calms down only when you come in
and then, when you did I remember,
all the sorrows were gone.
with the messed waves
Your faded face,
I wish I could feel it through the picture but I can't.
Oh, this abysm...
When I turn my eyes to it
it looks me back