And yet another one x)

당신 left before we could talk,
Before we could tell each other
Our feelings,
And how I miss 당신 now,
My love.

Why, oh, why?
Did they make 당신 leave?
Why, I ask, Why?
My tortured soul longs for your touch,
And my hands grab the air that
I imagine 당신 standing in.

I never stop thinking...
about you,
So now darling,
I write this for 당신 now;
Though 당신 may never see it,

I write it for 당신 anyway.


*For Dylan*