here in the darkest night
wondering when will the morning comes
under this dim moon light
unable to control my thoughts

i think about heaven and hell
and the reason, they made the lies
and what comes after death
are we able to hear our loved ones cries

i remember these words
"you don't die as long as you're remembered"
and think
if that's the case we are already dead and gone

because now i know that
we are all someone
but never ourselves
remembered by no one