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?