Since the long old road is taken on,

Some feelings are traceless gone;

It's not that dark without a light,

Nor any shining stars hanging at night;

I know you are there to shelter the cold,

Where somewhere night is glowed

every time I called upon my reminisces

rarely could I trace any unseen hints;

Thoughts float in the violin concertos of Bach

soundlessly Life drifts away in Time's click;

I as a dictator have my Soul in command

unexpectedly she claims a Heart for demand.