The Closed Door

The places where you used to walk don’t keep the tracks of yours,
And I won’t hear your voice again, won’t see you any more.
I’ve always known that in my life there will be closed doors;
How could I know my love will be just one more closed door?
Not long ago I kissed your lips and felt your hand in mine,
And you were close, so close to me that I could feel your heat.
I knew you loved me from your eyes, and everything was fine,
And I was happy having you. Now I’m deprived of it.
I can’t believe you don’t exist, I can’t believe you’re gone.
There’s nothing to imbue my life, and lonely is my way.
I’ve always tried to look so brave; I seemed to be so strong,
But now I’m weak as never was, because you’re far away.
I want to hear you laugh again; I want to touch your hand,
I want to say how I love you and that I’m feeling sad.
I’ve never thought that our love can ever have an end
And had no faith that you are dead until I saw you dead.
I know you’d want me to go on and always keep my course,
And you will love and wait for me as always did before.
I’ve always known that in my life there will be closed doors;
How could I know my love will be just one more closed door?