At the shore of time's end, I watch the sands of time drift into a sea of endless memory. At the edge of darkness, a place where all paths one day lead. Lights like stars dance above the sea, while at shore a gentle breeze blows. In this place where time stops, will we meet again? As I wait, I start to drift into the sea. Countless memories appear before me, like stars in the sky. As the sands of time fade into a sea of memory. In this place at the edge of darkness, at the shore of time's end. Where all path will lead and eventually end one day. I hope that we can sleep within this abyss of time's memory, together until we fade away as well.
Within the lonely winter, like a blooming flower. You stood there with an aimless gaze. As if in a dream, you faded into the sunset, like a flower I withered away. As the days pass by, like the wind you never stop wandering. Over barren and empty lands, through places where light hardly shines. If you had wings, just where would your heart take you? Will that destination bring about that smile you always had? For what comes tomorrow, I cannot say. Like sun light, I can see it but never touch it. It passes by, like a half forgotten dream. A dream that I cannot help but dream again. Like the sun like the wind, your warmth comes and goes. Like a flower I can only let my petals drift in the wind. If you had wings, just where would your heart take you? To where you go I hope there we'll meet again. As if in a dream, you wandered into the wind. Like a flower I withered away and my petals drifted into the wind. Within the lonely winter, is where our end new beginning came. The place where we wandered into the sunset.
So where is it that you will go? Just what is where is your destination? As the days pass by, you wander until you grow tried. You watch the starlit sky, you sleep in the moonlight. Through forgotten places and of beauty that words alone can't define. Wastelands and hidden places. Your destination is one that you'll find in the very end. Above in the blue sky, the lonely bird flies. Under tree and earth, creatures sleep and roam. In the waters deep and shallow, there is life in the clear blue streams and great seas. Behind you are footprints, a past, in front a world, a future unknown. I cannot tell where you will go. You cannot say where. Through desert sunsets and mountain sunrise. A flower field for the dead and the living. Lonely plains and mountain tops. Where is your end? Where is my end? So where is it that you will go? Just what is where is your destination? As the days pass by, you wander until you grow tried. Where is that you wish to rest beneath the starlit sky? Like the wind you are free. Like a bird you have no one place. Where will you the wind, go too and end? Oh wind, where is that you wish to go? Wind, oh wind. Where shall I go?
