Language barrier

But this could not happen.
But this could not happen, and the now the verdict is
that if there's no you, there's no sense of loss or desire for you either
life goes on in this manner,
that there's no desire for anyone's support anymore
No road
no goal
and no way to light
my life roams about lost in a dark tunnel
it'll stay in this darkness forever perhaps
i know it well, my lady love,
but just like that
sometimes, sometimes,
a thought comes to my heart.

Poetry should never be translated.