Sprung from total emptiness
I can hear the rain again And feel the fragrance of fall I can remember the summer no more I try to run back where I came from The gate closes in front of me Now already earlier than yesterday
Raging tempest has reached me The more I walk, the more I stray Long strides in the garden of a withering flower
I'm willing to curse my past, curse my dream With which my demons now dance with me
I will take into me the cold kiss of reality