I hear the song in the quiet time,
My soul lost trace,
You are in the missing shadow,
Dream of touching the face of the punishment of longing,
Accompanying the night’s dance without a sound,
Here the heart is leave,
I fell in quiet,
Wailed, feeling, looking, but no
Where are you shadow, which disappeared my heart?
Or a soul was hurt, bitten,
Stuck without end,
And let the silent to razor each slit my soul?
Or at night, the story we have fallen?
Why did you lock me in a hot prison?