When the sunshine loses its way and the bright morrow of the spring brings the air that makes you numb,
When the chilly winter twilight spreads across and thou wish the dawn never comes,
When the solicitude pleases you more than a whim and irrationality subdues all the bliss,
The anguish replaces love and there is no room for benevolence.
That is when you surpass the level of insanity and refuse to make sense.
When you don’t fear the Grim Reaper because thy life is void.