(When "hope" speaks to you, discouraging you from hoping)
Let not the winds of impulse persuade you,
I am not staying for long.
Wake up without me, you know I forbade you,
to let your heart sing along.
Plead not with those eyes of longing and hurting,
colder than ice I must be.
Breathless you'll stand there with no way of knowing,
what has happened to me.
Where I have gone, to what place I've traveled,
even time won't tell.
No traces I leave, no story unraveled,
it's time to bid farewell.