The wind howls on the road to ruin,
Only now do I walk on alone, untouched by love.
My sword breaks at the world's edge, drinking in blood and bitterness,
The snow of the underworld finally melts into water.
Why do I exist? To find her.
Why did you die? To stop me.
Why did she leave? Because she loved me.
I gained something, yet lost so much more. What can I do, when only I remain on this journey? Will we ever meet again in the end?
