The chains that were collided to each other have rusted and broken loose. Our hearts weakened and our mouths dried. Our love is buried, but we need one another!, or maybe I'm the one needing you. I loiter here at this dark place, hold this big rock of grey and watch the sky every night as it changes, gold to dull, it's unbelievable, it tells a story without speaking. The sun is married to the moon, but their distances never change love, because I still see the sun and I can still see the moon, therefore you can still see me when every night I fall asleep near the stone of your grave hoping for a miracle to see you again..