Lemme zhine fo’ yeh, once fo’ zhe last ‘ime. Just pleaze lookin’ to my eyez. There’s a sparklin’ staa that haz to go fades. Yeh shall see it, when it comez to the end of its life. Here in zhe night, when zhe zweet words can’t ewen helpit to hold any longer. When silence and nozhingnezz even have no space to cover. All juzt waiting fo’ second to itz death.