Is it just the cold breeze
Or have I lost my poetic charm
I think of it like some disease
That never appears but does the harm

Am I lost, am I forgotten in this
Noise coming from the trees
Do you remember me still, tell me
Tell me; I beg you, please!

Should I boil up or should I freeze
How should I go about the ruins
Am I to just disappear in these
Is this all what you're doing?

How can you not love me still
How can you stop caring, with ease
Have I lost my love, at last
Or is it just the cold breeze?