Did you ever find out where it all comes about? It is where I am
or where your body rests, the place where all this fit together again?

   Passion for blood, the distance is the air I breath, the days are
the rhythm of my heart. Since when has it been appropriate to feel
this way?

Did you ever manage to find an answer to my question? Of where
it all started, how we passed by that date after a year wide? lets
find it again.

   The most Precious of my days, most already passed us by, we only
have those that haven't died. Since when has my future ever seemed so
bright?