I'm longing for winter's chill...
For the numbing air to burn my veins frozen.
I am the saddest one...
I am the deserted one...
Not a soul is wandering because you feel no warmth,
No journey to the farthest reaches could make time 
change.
Make time change...
When I am called the darkness my cradle,
I am drunk with heavy footsteps and my mind becomes 
slave.
I was told that every day would be my last.