Dark and cool was the path.
Memories of the good times of the past keep me wrath
but they soon became heavy.
Every step was painful, every glance to the front was a torture.
Looking forward was the right thing to do even for more painful as it is.
I keep going ahead alone in the cool even with light around me
I could not see them anymore.
Little by little the darkness took me deep down inside me where I only found