:44:13
I can't remember
what it was to be warm.
:44:18
It seems a thousand years
since I was a small boy in the sun.
:44:24
How did I come to this high,
desolate place...
:44:29
where there is
nothing but loneliness?
:44:34
So much is lost.
:44:37
I want to look into
your eyes and forget.
:44:43
It all seems so far away...
:44:46
a warm house
where my shadow never falls...
:44:52
your long, black hair in my hands.
:44:59
There is no more revolution...
:45:02
only you to come back to.
:45:05
I will post my resignation.