"If you closed your eyes, you won't gaze into sadness."
"If you forget the feeling of warmth, you won't feel pain."

I can't recall that gentle voice
In the depths of my mourning heart.
Someone is calling me from my forgetten past,
Asking me when I will take sorrow into my hands again.


A little ship glitters silently in the distant, alone.
Swept away by a torrent of grief,
it disappears under the waves of my heart.
Why do I search the ocean depths aimlessly,
For the warmth that I should not have known