Waiting by a bridge A stranger to oneself Vision to follow Distance to endure A stream one chose not to cross ♪ Proceeding through waves of time Away from this moment Reduced from those to come As the rising day vanishes A day that will never be ♪ Motionless on their journey Close by yet unreachable Divided to distance within oneself What once was present but now gone Once a strong shape a mere shadow ♪ One by one the lights suffocate To silence the voices gravitate Gallantly proceeding The March of the Four