As I walk down the aisles of memories
There is this mist castle
And the black holes in my memory
And there is your insoluble smile
Like a watermark looming in the acid rain
Of random trajectories
And God, the moon is so sad
When the clouds look back at me
My hand caressing your already cold face
Your silent and extinguished spring eyes
Like two ships in the sad eyes of time
Leaving the port of my present
And as the night arises, hugging...