Dark images seen and dark shadows that cast;
A nonexisting love will come to pass, until I see you.
A kiss is just a kiss without meaning.
A touch does not exist, without feeling.
A look is just a look, a glance is just a glance without a smile.
What kind of love is this, if I can not hold you?
What kind of love is this, if I can not touch you?
What kind of love is trapped and in prisoned by a band of gold?
A deep desire for love can never be shown.
This love will never be known.