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A long time have cycled

We're now grown up adults

We've seen the seasons pass

And our beloved die

What remains of us now ?

Only withering memories

Even in summer, we feel so cold and numb

Our limbs frozen by time

Can you hear the clock ticking ?

Can you feel our souls fading ?

Can you see the stars circling ?

Can you touch my fading skin ?

Can you hear bombs exploding ?

Can you feel the burning winds ?

Can you see the world dying ?

Can you touch our bones melting ?

Where are you, golden days of yore ?

Smells of primrose, hyacinths, marigolds ?

Where are you, bright nights of old ?

Chant of crickets and dancing moths ?

We harvest what we have done

But cosmic clock will never stop

Light will shine decades after us

Stars will still grow up

Even if now the skies are grey

Full of despair and disarray

Even if hope is fading away

Light always chase the darkest days

What remains of us now ?

Only withering memories

Every day it's a waltz of falling leaves

And our bygone childhood is farther every year

Can you hear the clock ticking ?

Can you feel our souls fading ?

Can you see the stars circling ?

Can you touch my fading skin ?

Can you hear bombs exploding ?

Can you feel the burning winds ?

Can you see the world dying ?

Can you touch our bones melting ?