the wind obliterates my traces

This is the lost lover's path
Etched through the anguish of life;
Seeking out each other's touch
Passing lovers hear each other cry.

The sisters joy and sorrow
Live each with each the other;
From each their meanings borrow
Seeking out dead passions to gather.

I wandered through this dark night,
And hearing the siren calls
I turned from all wretched sight;
Now aware how my weary soul ails.

Then this is now the moment
When the world and I embrace,
All thought lost with no intent
The wind obliterates my traces.