I will never fall in love again.

-Where are the birds...

-And the perfume of flowers?

-The sun is cold, the clouds are made of stones...

-"What would I give to run my fingers through your hair..."

- Ah, if I wasn't a coward... if I could pull that damn trigger.

- But this must be my punishment, to bleed and bleed more until the great mist covers my eyes.

- No! Not! Not...

You won't be waiting for me in the stars!

- That damn trigger!