Wearing robes of solemnity
I am solitary
I need to be alone
Look at me
My bony fingers wrapped in rags
My eyes will see, if my spirit lives
And love is withered
Love is withered
And love is withered
And love is withered
The wind shouts its commands
The earth has stopped my ears
I dare not raise my hand
To hold the stones around my throat
I have heard of your beauty
These midnight wanderings
And vain laments
And love is withered
Love is withered
And love is withered
And love is withered
Pour upon me
A sympathetic glance
You will find me face down
Let those days pass in sorrowful procession
Among leafless groves
May a leaf unfold
I cry with rage
To be remembered with pity
Let the leaves unfold
Where dead leaves have rotted
Ask me what
I suffer Years of fruitless clinging to enfeebled arms（
I have heard of your beauty
Pursue me, beckon me to cast the stones from my throat
In the earth's dark entrails
My my eyes will see
If my spirit lives
My senses stand erect
This moment
As you watch me, eyeless
Observe a brutal face
I need silence
I am pursued and love is withered
And would sacrifice my days
My splendour has gone
That wave of benevolent salute
My glazed eyes close forever