O MI QUERIDA, MI AMOR, TE QUIERO MUCHO
Dipanjan:
It’s still your face that I see in my dream
There’s an emptiness I cannot describe
But there’s still you, only you
In the void which you once filled.
Debanjali:
I am walking now
Across the bridge on which we used to stand
Looking at the highland steam flowing down below
A lump of profound pain
Rising through my heart all the time.
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