This hometown is a stranger to me in your absence.
The scent of flowers stings my nose since your departure.
The streets where our laughter once echoed now lie silent and empty.
You are gone now, so what will you say?
What will you say to the birds
that once composed their songs for you?
What will you say to the blossoming flowers
that opened like spring at your arrival?
What will your conscience whisper
when I mourn this suffering love ?
Dreams of conquering a fortress
have cost me my kingdom.
Now I wait desperately for your answers,
standing among the ruins of those dreams—
where the only sinner is me,
simply for having innocent dreams.
