How Many کے بول

How many days is it, how many? I've asked myself since you're not here I reject to know but it feels, Like it's hundred years How many nights I cannot sleep - I am awake But yet I go astray in dreams I wander on the stars I've got even permission beyond time boundary How many moments I don't think of you Perhaps the one or just the half How many emotions which make me chill I would slip on that ice. How much emptiness until your return In my reply I'll be lost for good.