I Believe

I believe in "the return"
of all those that passed away
a lovely day or
a lonely night.
Now, it’s your turn, my dear
and I; I stayed back in here
in this world
to live, to hear
people’s pain.
It was so beautiful our company
the endless hours of our companionship.
It was so great, our drunk nights, our laughter
but also our crying.
I believe in "the return"
all those passed away
a beautiful dawn
like a tactful zefyr of the summer.
But for you, I mourned
I still deeply mourning
because in the world of people
you, you left, alone.
I believe in "the return".