My heart flies on her wings.
Now I'm crying, the moon so red.
Tomorrow shall be another hell.
To the sun, the sky's soul is fed.

Blows pass me,
down them I can not feel.
Nothing except the shadow is real.

Why did she do this? Why did she die?
How could she leave without saying goodbye?
She has proven my life to be just a lie.

When sea waves crush they hit me hard,
but yet I do not feel them.
Then, reality is no more real to me.
I ask myself, should I end it now,
and join her at last ?
I miss the cold embrace of lust
Nothing is left, just a dust

Nothing is left from my dearest love