Sad heavy burden of my expectation...
I cry for mercy but time's no need.
Love unrequited is only plantation:
My heart and memory grow on it.

Seems to be near the shade of my fortune;
Prospects of gloom measure rhythm of my life...
What is my hope? And what is my torture?
They are alike as two sides of a knife.

Cold northern wind in the morning of snow
Plays hide-and-seek with the flame of my torch.
Passing away, it's revealing below
Just bloody tracks on eternity porch... .