Each time I think of you again,
my memory becomes a large stain.
I see your face, it's terrifying.
but fortunately you are final dying.
I have no more horrible experience,
only with my dreams, I must be patient.
I must mournfully say, I've to confess,
my feelings are one big gigantic mess.
I thought that I can't live without you,
but my dreams about you are ending too.
and finaly I stop using my knife,
so now I know I can live a happy life.