Part 2:
The clocks in every room
are a little off, but
we are always gears
with conflicting words
I cried all alone
a make-believe hero
and lost heart before reaching out
these two hands that I touched your cheek with
The world that thinks that it wants to destroy you
in the narrow interval of the dream
is impregnated with a black prayer
The kind fingers that were caressing you
as an important thing, are getting twisted
For my own sake, I try to struggle
my way to the faint shine
with my hands that have no strength
Guide me to the future
where you are singing
I think I want to protect
the warm place that I believe exists
beyond any doubt
The kindness that was eaten by loneliness
is buried in the white snow in this night
Like the old wound where you lit
a small fire into my heart,
keep smiling
Your song is like a light
that awakens me from
the darkness of this world
Only I was
watching you...
(Feel free to correct me, I didn't double-check anything, rushing back to work)