Гардения желтеет. А мне просто не дано.
I close my eyes and wish that I could see your faces.
I close my eyes and wish I could image how you look like.
And when I open them, you're not here.
I open them and emptiness is there - behind my back.
I don't remember the colour of your eyes.
I don't remember how your voices sound.
Because you can't remember what you've never seen.
Because you can't remember those you've never known.