But you are the most important among all

Into the dark thorns, I go, 

My poor heart cannot take it all,


Something precious, something essential, 

I couldn't have just lost it all,


It drives me crazy, looking through the brush,

Oh, how I miss your sweet call!


Onwards I go, steeper do my feet tread,

Oh where did you go, who had me in such a thrall?


My life's blood shall be spilled,

And into the depths of despair will I fall,


But deeper shall I go for love, 

For that is the only thing I have at all.


Forgive me if I won't exist after this, 

But you are the most important among all.





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