I'm coming to grips with the truth
I have failed to keep up with past youth
The time has come for me to say good bye to love ...
Of which unfortunately no-one gets enough
These cruel laws, which are set by cruel time
So well secured, that no loving crime
Could perpetrate time drawn killing line
Beyond which only memories are left for me to chime
Being slowly touched under the winds of sad and lone resign ....
Those memories will never get erased
Without those my winter days of life would be the total waste