You sit beside and blink your seas at me.
The life is gone. Their abyss shelters fear.
You’re now afraid to dream of being free.
Who stopped your heart? Oh, please, who killed you, dear?

Pray, tell me, love, who dimmed the light of grace
That used to shine through you and warm the sky?
Who pulled the rays of summer from your days
And left you here, in front of me, to die?

Just tell me, please, who did this? You are here,
But you are dead and hollow, I can see.
I’ll ruin anyone, who killed you, dear;
Of course, unless the murderer is me.