pffff wat een verhaal, wat een verdriet en wat cru dat het zo moest eindigen.
De tranen rollen hier over mijn wangen heen, wat ontzettend verdrietig. Ontzettend veel sterkte.
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.