The wind is kissing my lips
Like you've just kissed before-
Severe will come the next year,
But you will come no more.
You've lost like noisy wind
In the blossoms and in the sky-
You will never find the way back
To your heart, or even mine.
Sometimes the bitter tears
Will wash my pain away:
I miss you, my Beloved one,
In cloudy midnight way.
The snowflakes fall on background
And body missed you,
But you will never find out
Why I'm in Love with you.
Alytus, 2000