Preword 004

In pursuit of the things that common to the most,
Have luggage full of trinkets that make no sense.
At summit people are gathered to witness fun.
To late for me to join them, was left ago at bottom all alone.
Entrusting deepest fears to someone is akin to gamble,
Luck never on the side of those who easily can fall in love.
Ornaments in black will suit the look on the attire,
Nevertheless, no one will understand the meaning of the colour.
Everything again will be repeated in this short time.
Love and atmosphere of gentle feelings will rise again,
In meantime, the crow of colour white will be abandoned.
No place to hide, and absence of the interest in kind one,
Expressing and absorbing for those
Seeking for warmth in the embrace of one who might to care,
Sentencing himself to shadows, for their hearts do not align.