You did not come down from that high place
When you ended up sleeping forever,
Leaving me in despair; now, what am I?
A hopeless creature, hope faded away
Like those burnt-out ends in the corner
Of that small, single room,
were resting in stuffy air with us
I am not looking back; those saddened past
Those days murder me many times
When I think of even a single one
It strangles my hope to come by
No, never would...