The wind caresses my hair…

As I stare at the rocky cairns

The windswept plains lie before me

And at the end that fair white city…

I look back, at a life I can no longer live

I shall miss you and your kind touch

My family too, I will never see them again…

The songs I sing in the gleaming citadel shall carry back to them

My voice grazing their faces gently

Gazing up at the silver moon I cannot help but feel remorse

Regret is not allowed here, only joy

And thus I will have to walk a new path, towards a new life…