I was young and you promised that we would live forever.
Now the road is too clear, and seeing makes me choke.
The brother, the sister and the son. All of them are 
gone.
Who will conduct the ending scene, now that my love is 
extinct?
Once we have reached the silence, the making of my soul 
will be extinct.
Slowly lead to a home far from home, with no space 
between.
The ashes of our lives fill the distance with no great 
light.
Nothing was promised, it always remains.
Horses are rapid and ready.