Long
long
time
ago
before
the
wind
before
the
snow
lived
an
old
and
aging
man
who
lost
his
friend
he
carried
by
his
side
all
the
things
he
had
in
life
left
all
the
things
that
troubled
him
behind
he
was
once
in
a
desperate
need
for
attention
and
so
much
more
living
his
life
with
the
question
of
conception
there
is
no
more
no
more
feeling
sorry
and
no
more
getting
mad
yeah
right!
you
got
the
answer
through
the
years
he
came
to
know
sometimes
its
better
to
let
it
go
and
never
look
back
no
matter
what
they
said
and
then
the
ones
he
learned
to
ignore
the
ones
who
always
asked
for
more
secretly
respect
the
life
that
he
led
Давным-давно,
до
ветра,
до
снега
жил
старый
и
стареющий
человек,
который
потерял
своего
друга,
он
нес
рядом
с
собой
все,
что
у
него
было
в
жизни,
оставил
все,
что
беспокоило
его,
он
когда-то
отчаянно
нуждался
во
внимании
и
гораздо
больше
жил
своей
жизнью
с
вопросом
зачатия,
больше
нет
сожаления
и
больше
нет
злости,
да,
верно!