....but my heart
can hold only this much
   it has no more space
and must stay as such

     its well is empty
how to fill up I scarcely know
    love is such misery
with its sharpest needle of throe

     even in this cool smiling spring
every leaf of hope I've shed
     my being is winter-frozen
all my feelings are dead

      and the past like a sad echo
revisits me and will not let go
      in the dark there's no path to follow
slowly I will disappear like a shadow