Now I know... I can talk about nostalgia That building - old building - has loosen His polish and rust slips down The gates and doors Just longing, Like someone waiting and Sticking in the middle of the road, Light of the ancient gaze Loses her glow. Now I'm blinded ... By the step of mist taking it all away. That tree-covered alley, has got The ivy already dead and children no longer play in it. Languid arms try to embrace A bit of stardust They have failed and only grope for The comet's tail You Moving to me From my inside to the outside From the outside to my private hell No stop No stop for the restless For the helpless one Never stops I'm calling you Calling you With all my words With my silence With what's between the lines