I’ve never been unhappier.
It feels like a barren land in my echoing heart,
You told me that I was your home,
It was a great disaster.
I was wrong.
You were supposed to love me, but I was wrong.
My heart rendered over anything;
Nevertheless, I felt for you.

I found you in the Bluegrass Banjo tune,
Fell in love with the lyrics again and again,
that you told me and made my poor heart ring;
You became crazy hearing the quaint melody in my voice.
Folk soul and country music were the things we loved.
We, two lost in holy mess.

The roads were fairly empty,
The city is now gloomy.
Nothing is lost, nothing is gained.
I will love you till the end of my life
And you would not love me again.
We started out as strangers
And ended up strangers again.
Still, there is an echo in a delicate heart.

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