One glimmer cries in the darkness,
Sympathy is not found
Earth a small planet lost in time of space,
It is but blissful
The unseen of Mars withers away to fine dust
Jupiter, no one answers
For the universe,
We remain nothing,
Leaving empty breaths of life,
To remain in what seems eternity
What do we have in life,
Is it love?
Is it life?
The meaning is desolate
Nothing can comprehend
The chasm remains in the Cimmerian shade
Life is nowhere else
What is left?
Sympathy is not found
Earth a small planet lost in time of space,
It is but blissful
The unseen of Mars withers away to fine dust
Jupiter, no one answers
For the universe,
We remain nothing,
Leaving empty breaths of life,
To remain in what seems eternity
What do we have in life,
Is it love?
Is it life?
The meaning is desolate
Nothing can comprehend
The chasm remains in the Cimmerian shade
Life is nowhere else
What is left?
