My soul listens to desperate verses of Sun, which fly through the emptyness and silence is an answer of theirs... Even the crying lost its meaning or the tears of all dried out? The tears of the blind, that wander in darkness? Yet everyone had one's own truth... And I see the stars go down, devoured by our pride, destroyed by our words, with broken hope we fall into dust... They can't walk too far in circle. They can't see these bitter tears. This injured Sun is weeping, can't anybody see?!?? I want myself to become the time. Silently walking my own way. Maybe I shall halt my steps. Today we are still able to live. But what will be tomorow? What will fade away now? All my cries are pointless, we dwell in the rusty cage, our cells,veins full of dust... Awaiting... And I see the stars go down... Devoured... With broken hope we fall into dust...