whenever I stop and look back into my past
it's like a chest would open it's cover;
the time stops to look at my sadness
for years that passed which I will never recover.

The mirror breaks, it cannot stand my fears
No more wistfulness it cannot take fom me...
Without my words I'm nothing, I am weak,
There's nothing there to hold my tears...

Like an autumn leaf I fell down
and reach the ground; it's cold like the dead;
I left the life and turned to brown
Like the ground from which once I was made...