Résumé...-

Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain.

Time redefines itself and falls in sadness grain by grain ...

Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues echoes seem to say.

But nothing, nothing changes here, this pain remains and will not go away.

I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow ...- and as I close my eyes in sadness a thousand seasons come and go ..."