I wonder in a deepest place, in the solitude of the heavenly places. If my voice may tickle your ear in the memories of your time. Did you forget the eager look on your face when we didn't speak? For I shut my eyes and I see it clear and brisk. But I gaze out of the frost-bitten window and feel the coldness decaying me once again. The moon is high, and are your hopes. So I still the moment and forget you. The doors are shut and I'm not inside.