he goes, maple leaves and meadowsweet, in the wind that blows him away from me...
there's a storm on the way and the sky is as black as an ocean of onyx
the rain will fall, and when it does i hope it burns...
i hope it burns through my skin and eats me alive
i hope it hurts, i hope i disintegrate...
what's left to live for if love, already too rare in this life, is gone forever?