A man makes a dying wish
A girl breaks his promises
Hours pass us by, so does life

The candidate carries his stamped papers
And is mistaken for a beggar by the commissioner
He's lost but found

The train of life reaches a close
And the stories keep losing their prose
You will meet someone

The curse will be on those who fear death by fire
Forget the goal, let it come when it will
Tell them what you saw was beautiful