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It's time to go through winter fog

It's time to make my silent nest

To look inside my soul and touch her neck

The night I dreamed two years ago

Has brought to me her coldest snow

Falling from an eye I still don't know

Don't sit here,

don't take my tears

Don't pray here

don't kill the beast

So try to call it life, so try to kiss the forest or the sky

I hang my shining mind on a weeping willow…

…the shadow of suicide

"My life is like a broken bowl

A broken bowl that cannot hold

One drop of water for my soul".