There is no carpe diem, there is no now.
Prolonging fleeting flash life won't allow.
That bell the future tolls, it tolls for thee.
And all the crossroads destinations I foresee.
When people witness life, I see the end,
A blurry reminiscence, beforehand.
As soon as a book starts, finale comes.
The return home the journey outruns.
The Sun is rising - lights turn slowly on.
The dreams appear only to be gone.
And when I felt your love, I felt the pain
Of not feeling it ever once again.
All the crossroads destinations I foresee:
When the bell tolls, I will not be with thee.
All the crossroads destinations
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