Three seasons have passed since I last traveled these gloomy roads
A new winter embraces the world in its silent yearnings
With each mile my limbs grow weaker, my breath heavier, my vision darker.
My last pilgrimage to where I left you
Deep in far mountains, too far now for my failing body to reach.
For all eternity you were with me
But now even eternity has betrayed us
Even more than death betrayed us
My heart is becoming one silence with your heart
Still and forever apart.
— John Youril
