[01:00.828]A path in a dim light[01:05.538]that I have to walk myself.[01:10.377][01:16.015]Rain falling from my lips,[01:27.462]the most cleanest of all.[01:37.456][01:47.337]Dissany,[01:51.042]esperance in isolation.[02:40.901]Cold hands clutching at[02:46.628]something that is gone.[02:51.611][03:34.703]Her,[04:25.018]dressed in black.[04:34.625][05:56.859]A warmth[05:59.387]surrounding me[06:02.090]when I saw her eyes[06:05.961]sparkling.