Take the key. Unlock the door. Whom is it that you cry for? In this ready eve, among these autumn leaves, is there a way with happiness and peace you could perceive?
I am nothing but a shadow in the night. Perhaps someday I will shine bright. But for now I will enter the darkness without a fight.
Still, as I exit the door, I hear your voice once more. Now I understand. It is me that you cry for.