Gently, we fall
…and await the rising sun,
A firey ball
…there may as well be none.

When there’s nothing left to lose
There’s nothing left to find.

Forever, we wait
…there is nothing else to do,
It’s already too late
…And the old was never new.

When the sun touches the sky,
It does not destroy all shadows.

Slowly, we wake
…trapped in a neverending dream
What do you make
…or my eternal hopeless scream?

Wen one is trapped in the world
Everything revolves around him.

Naïve are you
…who see sun and shadows
Thinking they are new
…While I know: they never change