from: pınar altınışık
form: poem and composition (W. A. Mozart- Piano Sonata K.331 in a major -Alla Turca. Andante Grazioso / Fazıl Say)
There is a child deep inside me still at this age
Expecting unending love from you.
One is always missing at one part somehow
And trying to fill that gap
You lose bit by bit what you have already got
Embrace me at where my mother left.
My memories are silently preparing to snow
Like a blanket over my past.
But this is still not forgetting,
It pangs being without you instead
While I even do not know who you are
Detest me at where I back up from love