I'm standing alone in the old house

Damaged walls like dreams covered with dust

Wishes and promises – evidence of the past

When I open every door of the old house

Everything is oh so still and motionless

But so alive when... unless... unless

Imagination and fading memories

All the things I can no more see

Old dead trees all around

The wooden souls – keepers of the forgotten heavenly cries

Never again will I hear the laugh of the children

In this cold and empty place... only I die