Nobody knows the exact truth
I even find myself confused...

I awake to hear the blowing of the wind
Almost trying to blow all mortal sin...

The end is so near
But always so far...

The rose has wilted
Just like the flower that was my heart...

Pain, agony and despair
Is how my tale shall go...

To be hurting
And so alone...

Outside the wind is howling,
Shutters are banging...