Before that the sadnessBecome constant journeyBefore that with in the winds of disunionBreathes turn blueBefore that the eclipse intercepts the luminous moon-bodiesBefore that the rains of the sunlightsperishes the shadows of the passionBefore that in the reflections of the dreamsSmoke of the broken dreamsGot filledbefore that the silence, breaks every string of the soulsbefore that your freedomless eyesIn the slence of time,Get shackled with the crusade of undesired loveCome along oneIna naked summer eve. . . So that. . .We coloured up the picture of Grief!