Having forgotten about autumn we rush into winter and get drown in cold emptiness. Having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls... For a moment we recall (call in mind) the scarps of lies and bitterness of loss... And death then has taken our souls and we have underslood there is no way back...
Why can't we get nor in paradise nor in hell...? That's because we are the other ones we are ghosts, running into the darkness... Those, who are running into the darkness, don't know what is life anymore.