Winter long and hard, dormant in all the land, and vice-versa, sentient beings are bitter, but live, will one day it will be reopen, migratory birds look back, Live on,Such as the moon rises, and will Spring comes.
One day you look back, see world of mortals, route without a trace, I come from, why to this, you have forgotten their original appearance. People ah, will eventually discrete at the end of time, but ah, I won't forget, in this section of the road you have ever been warm, my the years.
Dome, blinking stars, the flow of thousands of brilliance. But that is an illusion. Do you know? The stars are dead. In the night sky, twinkling, is they are memories.