North Star
Ballad for a Dead Lover
From the farthest edge of heaven, He fell into the night like the North Star. She looked at him, trembling quietly within, But love was forbidden by her own fate.
Once, with a false spring, Someone had emptied the rooms of her heart. Swept her feelings up from the floor, Packed them in his suitcase, and ran.
Now the man cannot tell anyone What he saw in that woman’s eyes. Only a paper remains on his desk, A pen, and a sentence that still bleeds.
Write, man, write; write what you could never say. Love is not always a voice, sometimes it is a deep frost. That woman lives in you, and you live in her night, But the two of you are forbidden to each other.
Run, woman, run; walk through different streets. Do not look at the same sky tonight. Because once the North Star begins to burn, A person forgets the way, and cannot choose themselves.
Just to avoid seeing each other, They even changed the hours of their days. Just to avoid waiting at the same stop, They used the rain as an excuse.
He bought his coffee from somewhere else, She abandoned the road she loved. In a city full of people, They both hid from each other.
But there are some encounters That destroy you even before they happen. Take one step, and the world collapses. Stay where you are, and your heart leaves.
Write, man, write; write what you could never say. Love is not always a voice, sometimes it is a deep frost. That woman lives in you, and you live in her night, But the two of you are forbidden to each other.
Run, woman, run; walk through different streets. Do not look at the same sky tonight. Because once the North Star begins to burn, A person forgets the way, and cannot choose themselves.
The paper knows, the pen knows, The ink weeps, the table stays silent. There is a love that must never be named, For the moment it is named, everything falls apart.
The woman knows, the man knows, Sometimes a glance is counted as a sin. To burn without ever touching each other May be the heaviest form of love.
He is still writing, she is still running, The city separates them every morning. But when night falls, a star in the north Calls them both from the very same place.