Thousands of years have passed
Still we do not know
O tell me, please, tell me what lies beyond our comprehension
We are nothing but autumn leaves
swirling in the circles of time
Haunted by the shadow of our past
Time won’t sweep away
our deepest scars of memories
It will carry them along eternity
Betrayed by the enigma of existence
Yet, we admire this insignificance
O shameful, pathethic
Listen carefully:
To the sound of an evening breeze
And the sound of a thousand rivers
struggling towards the sea
But all is so dead and silent
Well, this way it’s got to be