Todas Las Hojas Del Jardín

I searched, I called,
I looked around every morning;
I went up, I went down,
I moved all the leaves in the garden.
I threw, I scraped,
And you were no longer there.
I doubted, I screamed,
The forest echoed with my voice.
I climbed, I looked,
From the branch the sun fell asleep on us.

I didn't see, you don't see
That there is nothing left.