"I fall asleep crying,

wake up dying,

Never smiling,

Since you left.

Sometimes I ponder,

About the goodbye,

How it never came,

How you had to die.

Even in my thoughts.

Such an unfair way.

About the letter,

I never sent.

The words I couldn't say.

Death put on his hunting booths,

Was ready to slay.

I told you to run,

You wanted to stay.

I cannot see brown eyes anymore.

They remind me of the stag,

Of how it died,

He couldn't run away."