May hide the tears on dropping rain
A thousand swords in heart with pain
And the winters ice has gone...
the main thing is hope ,my son

And waite the twilights game
Of bleaking moon and sun,
The game of love still playing...
Tomorrow never die ,my son

May hide the tears on dropping rain
A thousand swords in heart with pain
And the winters ice has gone...
the main thing is hope ,my son

And waite the twilights game
Of bleaking moon and sun,
The game of love still playing...
Tomorrow never die ,my son

Here you and I stand
Beneath the cosmic graveyard
Engulfed in twillight

Dawn meet the light,  
and the twillight the moon
all are mirages
on labyrinth of mind,
ever since time waking.
Do you think that our existence
makes any difference
to this vast universe?
Did we just happen
or were we meant to happen?
In the universal scheme of things,
we stand nowhere.
We may manage to survive in it,
but we have no control upon it,
except in the little space and time
that we create for ourselves.
We are little possibilities
in the endless probabilities of the universe.