Having forgotten about autumn
we rush into winter
and get drown in cold emptiness.
Having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls...
For a moment we recall (call in mind) the scarps of lies
and bitterness of loss...
And death then has taken our souls
and we have underslood there is no way
back...
Why can't we get nor in paradise nor in hell...?
That's because we are the other ones
we are ghosts, running into the darkness...
Those, who are running into the darkness,
don't know what is life anymore.