Until our time is gone
We are still a shadow
The reluctant to go though to return
We struggle with the frozen fingers
I have not been forgotten
When you become the shadow of a twig
When the moon shines in a quiet corner
I can see with my eyes
You're reluctant to go back
We are far away
We are rich and rich
Holding fingers to time
Maybe even life in the old rush
I want to be love
That is always docked to the limb of your heart
Massaging the flavor to pale bleeding lips
I give my love to the heart's heart
It's in your cold fingers
I felt the skin until it tore
Floating with prayer that never reached
Looking for a way back
Dying live in your heart
The story is over
Wailing dying heart
Asked what love is