The room was empty long ago
And pain she went through
Let alone the things
She felt before
The things, she felt before
The paintings that she left me
Are not visible in my mind
And all that's left in me
Are the visions of her face
And her voice
What am I hearing right now? It's a psichophony
Sounds from the grave
Suddenly they start to appear
At my bed, at my desk
Are these messages from the afterworld?
The signs very imperceptible
Until I started the rite
Could it be that I once appeared
Same place I met her
Sounds from the grave
Isn't my life fulfilled yet?
Sights from the afterworld
Why am I feeling so cold?
Sound from the grave
Why am I feeling so strong?
Sights from the afterworld
Why am I feeling so cold?
Is my life a lie? Is my life, a life as we know it?
Even though I'm not feeling anything now
Lalmost vanish myself into nothingness, what is happening?
Having realized this, it's only a matter of time
That my thoughts will disappear once again
Into the void of my conscience
But we will meet again someday
Just wait for me, and hear these words
Life is only the opportunity that we have
To clarify our thoughts of what is love!