1. After your departure, the home is no longer a home
No, nor are its traces, traces

2. A journey you took, with it souls traveled, and if only
With it hearing and sights had journeyed

3. Strange is a fire in the wilderness that does not die out
With copious tears, though they abundant flow

4. So I long for lightning forged by hand, perhaps
Through its wire news would continue to flow

5. Thus I send my longing for you, fervently
Hoping the reply would lighten the caravans

6. Maybe with time an hour will come
When we meet again and fates unravel