And you coming to get me …
this insolent fog
that breaks as slow as coldly .
Already close , lurking sadness,
bereavement and grief walking by.
Groping is my soul trembles ..
And they sound ..
whom the bells calling the wait ..
Reigns in the streets my grief .
Even knowing the future of dreams,
the last stage of desire
Enduring thousand tears,
Reigns in the streets my grief ..