I was empty passing through the footpath
Neither torch was spout of flame I saw
The road was wide open but my heart was narrow
Nor there was tenacious root to hang onto
Was it a sad story?
When a noticeably strong man was weak inside
Since he did not know what he was searching for
Pride, dignity, glory
Wealth, intelligence
Sometime those were nothing than empty boxes
Poets said that love is sweet torment
But there was time that love only brought bitterness
Sometime even it was very cruel
But you do have to always believe in love
And also believe in destiny
This life has its own medicine
You will never know sometime when your love for live was running dry
Someone came and pour herself to you
The pouring worth million of torches
And gave me unprecedented strength
It was like two separated doves flying thousand miles
They were heading into their love one
They believed they would do so
So strong and sweet
Until I finally could say
There was a shade tree in cliffs of a river
It leaf crown would guide you along the streamside
From that day until the end of time
Groningen, 4 February 2013, 22.14 CET