Today I thought of you coming,

coming to meet me, greet me,

coming to find my old soul that I have abandoned before,

the soul I have abandoned before,

is now whispering,

whispering the memory we lived before,

with the pleasant heart we had before,

the pleasant heart heard your steps coming,

coming to hold me, console me,

to tell you the stories I spent before,

and when I have ever felt this lonely before,

but shall I know that it has happened before,

that I had thought of you coming before?