A lost soul,
He lives but hardly talks
He is waiting for her,
In front of this photo of former times
He, he is not crazy
He believes in it, that's all
He sees her everywhere
Standing, he is waiting for her
A rose in his hand,
Apart from her, he is expecting nothing
Nothing around him makes sense
And the air feels heavy
An absent expression,
He is alone, he often talks to her
He, He is not crazy
He loves her, that's all
He sees her everywhere,
Standing, he is waiting for her
A rose in his Hand,
No,...