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
