Some warm words, that time does its best. Seasons come and go again, In vain. Some would like to say that it will pass, not the case. Your only comfort is getting used to the pain.
Nothing will replace her, wearing her deer skin. Accept your suffering.
Wearing my death mask, luck does not exist. We survive or we abandon, depends on your strength, your will. The wolf doesn’t kill the unlucky deer, he kills the weak.
Nothing will replace her, wearing her deer skin. Accept your suffering.