Mournfully, the same sun rises 

again

the times of yesterday are away

wind howls the sights of those

lonely, forgotten times



"Even time will come to an end"



We could hear the birds sing

through the winds hum

we were not like the others

time revealed our nothingness



Let the stream of the wither

wouldn't it be "nice" to sleep,

to dream forever

from the silence we awoke

and into there we shall wither



we were the birds that sang

in the winds?hum

we were not like others

end is our silence