Silent night

The usual darkness has come;
the alleys are again filled with a faint serene.
Cold in the boulevard
and the naked breeze
flies like a witch to meet it ...

Here, the cups resent your departure;
only the imprints of your crimson lips
have remained in the glass,
and the dew from the cold water
serves as a curtain to your last kiss.

After all,
tonight
it will be just a memory;
just a distant memory,
a souvenir from the past.

Now the silence invades everything
goodbye is done.