Back then I couldn't appreciate the moment
that ever after was haunting all my dreams
For indeed I wasn't able to perceive the moment
as being the one trice that later-on should rule my whole being
When she stood there I couldn't grab the glory of the moment my utter downfall lied in the shine of her cold eyes

And that aching joy that made me feel broken spoke of pain amidst every bliss

And I failed as every human in the history of mankind before who ever tried it
to make the moment last

And my joyful pain the bane she had spoken would seem then like a splinter of god
And the rain that fell down like chains yet unbroken set in bondage my tired aching mind

This scene remains to torture me it remains to torture me
it remains to torture the whole
of what I ever was and ever will be
and it gives me sweetest delight