Come back

The night is restless and the winds so still.

The pillow refuses to kiss my cheek

and defeated by the clouds, I lie.

The wind blows not, caressing my hair

and in that plight, my dear, I lie.

Come back, for I know we said - 

I said that I won't cry.

But the wind blows not, I can no longer smell you

and the days are filled with sad songs.

Come back, O dear - for ages it has been,

and defeated by the ages, I lie.