Everything passes. It has to. That's the beauty and tragedy of it.
The world, my friend, is not my home,
I am just passing by.
A lonely traveler, I walk on alone,
under a solemn sky.
My burden is heavy, my goal unknown,
No soul to walk with me.
When darkness falls and the light has gone,
No guiding star I see.
The daylight must have gone for good,
For, nothing stays long enough.
In my eyes, where dreams had stood,
lies only a mirage of love.
Where have they gone, those golden days,
leaving lone memories behind?
Amid this sorrow, this pain that stays,
the knots of my life unwind.
A whiff of freshness, a dew-drop at dawn,
A passing cloud in the sky.
All that remain for an hour alone,
In my heart, forever they lie…