When the endings are near, the symphony is louder and crowded on all sides
When it gets really cold, you try to hold back the tears that are about to fall
You falter between steps, standing in the middle of that story, not knowing if you are going to leave or to stay for the night, or rather you want to leave, but afraid that there will be no one to hold your hand to stop you , afraid that there will be no one who will come to your gate and embrace you}.