Deliciae! O! Deliciae? Sum Deliciae?
I wish you'd tell me where you are...
These dark walls are growing colder in your absense
For even our chrysanthemums are sprouting in a colorless ambience.
I loath this lifelessness drifting in these empty rooms
And I've tried everything, even spraying it with your perfumes
But there is no duplicate monochromatic delight of your presence
For even my memories of you are losing its essence

Amica, amica mea, ubi tu?
Why do you...