A nostalgic smell flutters in the wind even though you burned out and are no longer here. Since then, my heart has been an eternal white Arctic night. I cannot love anyone like that.
Loneliness together with loneliness-- a traveler and a traveler. The momentary midsummer that enveloped we two. Even now, in my hands your weight and warmth sighs...
I wish I could have given you life. But why is it that I alone am alive like this? Look down, please, from somewhere in the sky, on this way of life that does not embarrass you.
Loneliness together with loneliness-- a traveler and a traveler. It was a parting we could see from the time we first met. Believing in the day when we can meet, far off in time, I wander in the white Arctic night.
A nostalgic smell flutters in the wind even though you burned out and are no longer here. Since then, my heart has been an eternal white Arctic night. I cannot love anyone like that.
Loneliness together with loneliness-- a traveler and a traveler. The momentary midsummer that enveloped we two. Even now, in my hands your weight and warmth sighs...
I wish I could have given you life. But why is it that I alone am alive like this? Look down, please, from somewhere in the sky, on this way of life that does not embarrass you.
Loneliness together with loneliness-- a traveler and a traveler. It was a parting we could see from the time we first met. Believing in the day when we can meet, far off in time, I wander in the white Arctic night.