Though the story ends,
The facts in a book never change the way you are
Here you and me,
Living in this philosophy book
We rejoice being trapped so long
In this dark mystery, don’t we?

Flashback of 97th memory
When the terminal station disappeared
And the cold wind told to me clearly
They had to remain behind

Do you remember the crisis in the staircase?
The universe detached and separated
As you saw then i passed away or
Now me here, i might not be me,
No, any longer me, not me