Come and see what’s there,
Come, look at yourself in the mirror,
You won’t find the same feeling in the person you leave behind,
Come and see what’s there.

Though I may call myself a wanderer,
Even if you tell yourself lies,
Even if I say I’d do anything for you,
What will remain in my hand is a thought, a sorrow, a grief.

A distance as sharp as ‘maybe’ between us,
No matter how confident you are,
Even if months and days chase each other,
As impossible as ‘I wish’,
That we drift apart from each other.

A soul unaware of what it wants,
Equally confident yet,
Even if you lose yourself with me,
We both know the end
In this world where there is no trust.

Night slowly approaches my throat,
Day, however, seems distant from my eyes,
Though I’m not afraid of you,
The time has come closer than necessary.

When did life become so precious,
Was it when people started making art?
Or was life more precious before?
Because the last eyes I saw were yours.

Stand in front of me and wait,
There’s a memory in front of me,
Something I need to engrave in my mind,
Something I must remember again.
How can you expect me to miss it?

Different tones I notice in your voice,
Resonating in my mind,
A pleasant murmur fills my head,
How can I express myself better?

Would you remember me again?
Or was I just a breeze?
Passing swiftly from your window,
Refreshing you on a warm summer day, freeing you from your fears.

Every color carries its own meaning,
Your voice echoes in my ears,
No matter how far I drift from you,
Wherever I go, ı still see you

But what matters is,
What’s precious to me in the end,
Even if I wanted to learn to love,
Even if you refuse to help me,
Shall we try to find our words again?

Withdraw yourself,
Don’t look at me with such depth,
When I see the meaning in you,
I’ll sleep next to you with all my worries.

I want to forget what I’ve experienced,
Even if I want to remember,
I don’t even want to know myself,
When I regain consciousness.

I alienated myself,
No matter how close I feel to myself,
People come and go,
No one waits where they are.

I guess that’s the reality of life,
Even if you remember the beginning of memories,
Even if you rebel against what remains in your hand,
The past is gone and the future will be loved.

İsmail Eren Demirtekin