“Will this be the sunset of my dreams? Here I wait bedecked in jewels, coiffured and groomed. My countenance flushed in the golden glow. The soft breeze caresses my being; I hear the crunch of the dry summer leaves and my heartbeat quickens, are those footsteps on the gravel? Is it you, Friedrich? Or is it the wind and nature playing tricks with me, yet again? Oh, my heart, fain into thy arms before this darkness overwhelms me”.