Nada

I have arrived at your house...
I don't know how I managed!
If they have told me you're not there,
that you will never return...
If they have told me you have gone!
How much snow is in my soul!
What silence is at your door!
Upon reaching the threshold,
a lock of pain
stopped my heart.

Nothing, nothing remains in your childhood home...
Only cobwebs woven by the weeds.
The rosebush no longer exists
and surely died when you left...
Everything is a burden!
Nothing, nothing but sadness and stillness.
No one to tell me if you still live...
Where are you, to tell you
that today I have returned repentant to seek your love?

I am leaving your house now
and I am going, I don't even know where...
Unintentionally I say goodbye to you
and even the echo of your voice
responds to me from nothingness.
On the lock of your gate
I have prayed for your sorrow
and on your gate has rolled
a tear turned into a flower
from my poor heart.