Southern Grain

All of time is frozen in that year.

Those days and nights spent getting to know you.

The years we spent fighting and laughing together.

I can't forget the helpless sorrow when wounds tore through me.

Cold gazes and blood-red pupils.

Warm smiles mingled with soft, sweet whispers.

Quick movements paired with innocent expressions.

You are everything to me, all that I have.

I hope time really will remain frozen there,

in that brilliant year when I met you.