I laid my grief on a boat And sent it far away And asked the wind To carry it on. I look at the flower Which is unique Through its kind , Which dreams a Dream of sun Into an eternal night. I needed to see a hope Light in your eyes, A hope of love, A hope for me. Leaving me by dying Makes me feeling much Lonelier than ever been before. In my sleep I see them rising In my dream: the forest of grief. Suddenly, it became dark . A cold , freezing air Was shroud in me: I was shaking. Then I let my warm blood To flow over me, Over my whole body (to warm up)