In forgotten rooms and dusty shelves,

Long corridors and secret places,

Old memories fade (of our broken selves).

Vast holes remain where before were faces;

Eternal love fails to nourish the phantoms of my past,

Yet you remain, and that suffices

Only hoping that this will last,

Unable to overcome these sacrifices.

And today old life dies and new life begins

In the crossroads of space and time.

Tomorrow will bring its own joys and sins;

As for today, I'll confess my crime:

Never have I forgotten you

And never shall I fail to recall your voice

(This I feel and this I say: what can I do?)

--For in matters of love I have no choice.