I am standing on an endless moor
Trying to sketch my life
Which has gone like a wind of summer
So short and so so sweet!
But the time has come to let it go
And a different time has come
In the lonesome place this is called
The end of our time
All the laughter has finished
And all the trouble gone by
No bitter sweet change of heart
No sorrows of life
Just a long long empty nest
That's how its defined
For this rigid place is called
The end of time...
