"A man finds himself, to his great astonishment, suddenly existing
After thousands and thousands of years of non-existence
The whole foundation on which our existence rests is the present-the ever-fleeting present
It lies, then, in the very nature of our existence to take the form of constant motion
Then again, how insatiable a creature is man!
Every satisfaction he attains lays the seeds of some new desire
So that there is no end to the wishes of each individual will. And why is this?"
Million of thoughts
Scattered to earth
Plain distractions, loneliness
As I sit in the dark thinking of you
The pain remains
We'll cease to exist