Why are you sobbing a blind man.
You do not hear me dumb.
I'll look you both after.
But I will not wave my hand.
Quietly lay the snow on the ground.
Sweeping my tracks.
I'm a lost person.
And I can not find roads.
For the blind man is my conscience.
And dumb is pride and honor.
We parted for a long time already.
This is a riotous past of revenge ....
