Translation:

No, don’t you worry about me. All remains the same, as when you were here. True, there’s no longer a warmth felt in the house, but your scent still remains and your presence is still felt.

The fountain has dried, the bird died, but other than that, there’s nothing new. Well, it’s also true that the roses are no longer blooming, and the love of my life is never to return, but other than that, there’s nothing new.

Our children inquire about you whenever they see their father almost cry himself to death. I wish I could miss you, so that I could scream my lungs out, asking you to return. But no, your presence is still felt… all remains the same.

Really, everything remains the same. The frames are hanging from the wall, just as you placed them. Your sandals are where they belong. And even your bathing suit is where you left it. The only thing that has changed is the mirror. Now, whenever I see it I see a figure reflected in it. A figure with deep shadows under his eyes, and wrinkles are starting to emerge on his face; the face that many times you caressed.

I wish I could miss you and implore you to return, but nothing has changed, all is the same. Don’t you worry about me. All is as it was, as when you were still here with me…