She… the gentle whisper of the northern wind
She… that trapped the sunbeams of an autumn morning in her hair
She… that her lips give birth to the most sublime
See… her dancing like a crazy flame in the fields of purity
She… a statue cold, forged from the earth’s warm palette
Seek… her, great struggle, though all efforts failed
So… there is no logic, gone forever, lost!

And suddenly came the time that I had to face things that I avoided my whole life
I am not sure anymore what to expect in the end
The journey seems long and the dismal clouds above diminish my last drop of courage
I went to all lengths to meet this projected beauty
Beauty that once was mirrored in my weary eyes
Eyes that desperately hunger for remedy