Everyone is on a moving island. Sometimes it may be close to other people's islands, but they will eventually leave you, without leaving even a word.
I am bound to this square inch of land and cannot extricate myself. I can only watch you leave me. I loved you, but I just loved you. I went to bed with other men and married another man, but you never stopped your fluttering rhythm and looked back at me.
Then I have to leave a small thing as a souvenir of my love.