Gurindam and rhythm
I don't care anymore
After the fire of love is extinguished
What is left now
Only the remains of yesterday's regrets
Becomes a symphony humming
On every night of the week
A year has passed
February reappeared
With yesterday's warmth
Without me realizing it
I picked a red rose
I wrote a poem
But dear to whom do I give
Loneliness forces
I look at the face in the mirror
I see a frown on my face
An old love
Won't it disappear
The effect of love which keeps coming
Playing in this soul

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