Memories fly
Like a time lapse in our minds before we die
We crystalize
And the clock begins waiting for our decay
It may be night
But light cannot exist without darkness
A juxtaposition, to undergo changes
And flow with the phases
When the river meets the sea eventually
We'll cycle to the end to begin again, again, again
Like a time lapse in our minds before we die
And the clock begins waiting for our decay