I sit under the moon,
On a cold winter night.
To this fate, I am doomed.
This fate, to lose my fight.
I sit by a lake,
Where the water runs cold.
I've gone on this long for your sake,
But I feel so old...
I strip my clothes ans lay them down,
I poise myself on the banks of the river.
The river flows on, without a sound.
As I wade in, lost forever.
