“Mephistopheles, it’s you…
What do you want? I can’t speak any more.
Why don’t you tell me? can’t hear anything anymore.
Can’t see anymore. Are you there?
Why aren’t you talking?
The light is fading, I’ll tell you now.
Time stops, you are beauti…."
Thunder rumbled and the snow began to fall harder.
The black shadows Mephisto disappeared 。
Faust lies there with a satisfied look on his face, as if he were dreaming.
The snow hides his figure. The whole place is covered with white snow.
The night was drawing to a close.
For a new year is coming.