She always cried in the dark night, but there were no tears.
She is highbrow but also dirty and lowly.
Is it fate or that look back that she can't escape?
Can she escape the haze of fate or hide in the shadow of the sun?
Is he gentle and elegant?
Was he standing too high to notice the dust beneath his feet?
He went round and round and returned to that miserable twilight. She had gone a long way but it turned out that she was still in the twilight.
So he and her...