The sand falling with a rustle Is making this wound even deepernIt won't become a scab The ugliness of this wound increasesnnTo the point that its torn to pieces without any mercynYou scratched me saying I don't know you anymorenEven though I embraced you who was dishing it outnWhy?nFrom when? From where? Was it me who strayed from the path?nI don't know anything at all anymore ... Who am I?nnUnder the winter sky, you kissed menIt hurts to be with you already...nTheres nothing I can do with that reasonnThe tears won't stop without a place to gonnYour cage that won't open The rusty key won't catchnIt sometimes resounds The painful corrupted soundsnGet your mindnnSomeone, even if its a lie, anything will donTell me that this is a dreamnSearching for help with this clattering voicenShould I just die?nnYour voice resounds deeply in my earsnThe end laughed and quietly watched me there...nnI've lived with you the two of usnI'm too scared of living by myself alreadynWe can't return to that time?...nI can't embrace you with your head hung downnnIs it too late?nIs it too late?nPlease give me tomorrow...