My hands are cold and alone because your hand does not warm. My hands want revenge ... that sweet revenge. My hands are looking for you at this rainy and stormy night, and I know ....

He sits at the table already tired of being alone and only society he has, is a candle that gives so vulnerable flame. On the face of his, tears descend one after another and that ....

While all the time my heart gets away from you, everything is so endlessly spinning in circles ... All the roads criss-cross but these roads lead to only one place ... lead me into the ....