Wuthering wood when a dawn dream 

withal suffering in the haunted melancholy

The silent forest and its griefs

songs of the gloomy winds, and the lullaby

cruelty scribbles my face,dead emotions

I'm looking for me in the place

where the moon illuminates

the ownerless clouds...

...And where the sky's scarlet

but I'm not there in the forest of melancholy...