"A burning hand
A poisoned sleep
In front of me
A late regret..."
"Lonely, where should I be if this is not my land
Slowly, life is running through my fingers like sand
Call me, and Ill be whereever you are
Lonely, and the day hides a falling star..."
"Reaching the point of no return
When autumn leaves will no more burn
And growing ice will cut the reeds
And gloominess will never cease...."