There is a man could living,without a shot. there are clothes, waitting for him. there is a kid, waitting for a flash. is him? is love? there is a widow, looking in his eyes. there is a final, end of his life. they don't belong, the end of this love. but love, their love. Oh.....traveller. oh......it's love. Looking into the shadows,life is kind of bright. there is pretty voice,tell him just to die. travel from the back,so he can see the end. oh love.will be fine.