Since the last millennium,
Faded image of you, still in my heart.
Incidentally, anything not rare may be there.

On changing of the century,
One can review what he faced across,
What has left behind – no strain on mind.

Alteration of the year –
Remembrance may be there of anyone.
Whether they are dear or not to myself.

Still and all, everyday,
I can bethink to you for a while.
Surely, not enough for proving anything.

Even if every moment,
Just because I am remembering you,
Doesn’t mean that I caress or love you.