Once I left here,
the street was steep.
I come again,
I share her sorrow and grief,
now she sleeps.
Once I left here,
the hot asphalt burnt,
I come again,
talk her out of, in turn,
what she learnt.
And everything ends,
nothing stays at all.
I know you want to live through all,
weak and small.
Everything burns down
when all things decay,
and I know now
where you will be today.
Once I left here,
her arms were empty.
I come again,
for her, you see,
it will be
quite easy.
Once I left here,
a breeze blew
so weak,
yet I still stood.
Under her roof of agony,
I was weak.
And everything ends,
nothing stays at all.
I know you want to live through all,
weak and small.
And everything ends
when nobody knows,
Pain and sorrow too will fall,
weak and small.