Walk away, I will pretend I haven't seen you grow in front of my eyes,
In my dreams you were the shadow on the wooden hill,
I kept missing every chances to be where you were,
You passed by me, but I was the only recognizing.

Your eyes, color of ***** moon, your hair, like ashes after the fire,
Your face appeared before me like white-blue flashes in the pitch-dark night.
So how have you been, my dear friend? Have you discovered a purpose of life?
Or are you still a nihilist who denies the very existince?

Grey is your color, of your morals and beliefs, I knew our party was over,
Our time have never come to light, you are my missed chance,
You were so lovely, so glorious a bet that failed,
But I still wonder why did you leave me behind.

I still wonder if, probably, I am better off without you,
My sealed sins, you are gonna walk away with them in hands,
My fate is to be searching for the one I could never get close to,
You are a cold-hearted creature whose mind wanders in icy lands.