but in the mood....

Ma aflu in stare de vant, de fulgi care par sa poarte simtiri adanc inghetate in mine, nu-mi dau seama daca se indeparteaza sau se apropie, precum spuneam, nu-s in stare sa scriu prea mult, desi mi-as dori sa pot.
Aici e viscol,  e inauntru si-afara, peisaj lemnos ca un violoncel, imi aduce aminte de In the Mood for Love.

 He remembers those vanished years.

As though looking through a dusted window pane

The past is something he  could see, but not touch

And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct