On broken pavements, I walk.
The unsounding sounded.
Unto you, I come, but pass by.
Further you go, then I turn back.

The sentimental upon my ears,
Just another memento of what I want,
You.
Is being lost in your absence, love too?
What about indecisiveness in your presence?

Which direction am I, on love’s clock?
There goes my blinded love seeking sight from you.

Through the ages of time, love lasts.
Nevertheless, what love hasn’t seen,
Is you and I.