All that will remain of us are silences
that archeologists of the future will decipher .
Shadows inspired by time unfurled
which will bring a smile to the children of Eridan .
All that will remain of our fleeting embraces
is the rustling of a few stray atoms ...
I\'d like to give you a bouquet of stellar flowers
that were once eternal vows ...
but I don\'t have the key to the door of lost seasons.
The ghosts have the music ,not the lyrics ...
Destiny is just a desperate alibi
for abandoned ectoplasms .
I promise to send you a poem by the next light-year .
waiting for you somewhere in the melody of the lyre ...
When we are nothing more than an amber tear
cradled in the eye of such an unruly star ...
the travelers of tomorrow will interpret
the scent of an unknown pictogram that will make
the children of Eridan dream ...