What was seen, has been erased [literally: has been extinguished]
What has disappeared, has been remembered
I am standing by the ends of the earth,
listening for Spring to come [literally: listening to the soil to sprout]
Waiting for the flowers to bloom,
its fragrance lingering for the years to come
There is no lighthouse by the shore,
but I still look faraway into the distance
Night falls,
I've grown old [literally: my hair has turned white]
Tightly holding onto my torch
He comes for me,
I tell myself,
I'm not afraid, I love him very much
[edit]Last edit by silverlining on Friday 28 Jan, 2011 at 13:42 +100%[/edit]