Gosgi

Slowly vanish the colors and shapes,
into the soft cradle of darkness
While looking them, he sighs,
and feels the pain of loneliness

Thoughts hovering in the air,
like autumn leaves in the wind
Without a destination they fly,
can't get them back again

'Time feeling like eternity,
gives solace an idea:
"As sure as the night descents,
will also morning rise again..." '

Rays of the morning sun rise,
bright and burning
Glowing the world shall reborn again,
unaware of its future

As the night comes, as the colours fade,
extinguishes the world, dies again
Only one will see it,
the sole survivor, the last man

'Time feeling like eternity,
gives solace an idea:
"As sure as the night descents,
will also morning rise again..."

When morning dawns, wistfulness disappears,
rises the day, wakes up the world
But still, as the night comes,
will everything be gone again...