I know your emptiness
There should be a lot of things to say
But they always die away to white vague mist
You haven't gone away
Chilly air tells me the time
All I see is becoming so dim and misty now
I've got your emptiness
What can it be?
It's like a flow
The scent of perfume fills a room without a trace
We're still sliding on the pure ice to the past
I can see the past is what we're dreaming
It won't tell till it's dark
We keep waiting that candles are lighted