A distant place is featured in my head,
my mind… But is it playing another game?
Every time that I forget it’s not dead,
my head plays it… again, again and again!
A distant face of an old friend I see.
Memory of some kind… tries to show me
some old familiarity to me…
More and more it untangles everything
I oversee my moves and reminisce
… Roses red given properly to me…
You, my love… Don’t you remember me?