My maps have changed,
they do not want to show me their grace,
and rivers vanished in the depth of clouds,
it seems, misfortune is dividing us again
across the weightless gush of Time.

My memories are looking
for the path back home,
but there is no home, sweet home
on the horizon,
I let them flick in tears, I let them mourn,
I let them flow along with the expanded absence.

The nothingness means nothing,
thanks to Lord,
but there is something in its empty wishes,
the nothingness reminds me of falling snow
on mine and your unfaithful city.

My maps have changed,
they do not want to show me their grace,
and there is no need to search
the sightless absence,
perhaps, you will remain forever in my soul,
while dwelling winter turns itself
to the transient shadow.