On December 11, 2013
I died, have you woke me up?
I fell, have you picked me up?
Aw, sweet little thing of my...
Haven't you ever
Turned down all my huge fires?
Haven't you ever
Sunk down all my deep desires?
I love you, but right after the another.
Your soul is a sorrow of the desert,
After that, this love is a pity,
An old raven that howls into the night;
You'll stay well, as you should,
But what would I do?
