• Feeling that breathes me back,
    Running away in fear.
    Running feel as it did for me to climb on foot,
    Dropping feeling as I move away from the Earth.

    Already in the winter, is still running,
    I feel that the force is no longer
    I feel that I've already grabbed
    Feelings, as the bursting of the ice, sinking me

    I still wimming under the ice,
    Ski from the dead still.
    I am afraid it will take me to,
    Ski, as long as you can.

    But death is inevitable.
    Even running across the space,
    You will not be avoided on its hands.
    You're already there, but feel that here.