My life is worth submitting to reach more, the hourglass has turned around and knit before starting to stand still. The last grains of sand begin to flow down to the bottom. Everything goes so quickly but softly so you get to enjoy every moment. But tormented by memories. When the last grain of sand falling down my heart will stop beating stop. My lute blood pumping, my lungs stop breathing ... the only thing you will hear is the wind tysdnades danger passed beyond the city