• Behind grey fog
    as cold wind
    in two closed worlds.
    You, and me.

    By fate divided
    to voice listening intently
    searching still.
    You, and me.

    In escape running
    when darkness blocks way
    by fate in death.
    You, and me.

    Too tears a lot
    sound blow far too
    fate in swear it devoted.

    When emotion will die
    how snap boom
    death, denunciation and cursed life.

    Where are you in fog?
    give me some sign.
    It end already?
    You, and I?