So, Lo came to visit me again. Don't fear me, my dear, don't fear me, she said.
Blossoms and white clouds, they are just ahead, with sparkling light and long gone sorrows.
I will be gone so soon you will forget my presence, my warm and cold hug, she says.
Should I say I don't fear you? But I do.
And I'v felt your cold and warm hugs, all those long nights that you were with me. And all of these little empty canvas that you have fulfilled.
Still I do fear you. But I trust you, and I hope again for the sun to bring life for us.