“...does it seem strange in the loneliness of the present time, that I run to you?...”

“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...”

“...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...”

“...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...”

“...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...”

“...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...”

“......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...”