even great empires,
must fall down some day
but i’d never imagine
it would end up this way

the candle; dimmed low
has finally burned down
the ties have been broken
and at night, there’s no sound

for you’ve left me, it’s true
and time-to-time, tears do fall
yet my eyes still shine bright,
and i still do stand tall

so, my dear love,
i must confess to you this

i’ll keep living on
and find my own form of bliss