Inhabited but you are belonging to the passion you always feel .
in the castle that always seperates you from everything And not even a tremor may affect it , But only the nostalgic prick heals your plague.
your only memory with a going motion that satisfies you but , the place is flooded by her
So you protect the virtue to fight losing her
You are Helpless even for the pain you feel in silence
You fight for intimacy You are needed of a tenor