Dear myself,
We must meet;
Before the day dawn is breaking
Before the dusk is done..
In bitween mid day of the summer
To dwell in sundry ways.
All the scatterd pieces
Of dreams we collected,
To be left to the past as we fly,
The time will be only for me and you
As the world falls apart.
My need is to see you;
We'll walk through
The Satan's dark abyss,
Meet at the end of
The forbidden deep forest
In an half hour torn way.
I'll wind up for...
