The Door

Winter Waves

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There's no sound, no bird
Few things remain
I think this game is coming to an end

There's no return
Somewhere someone is born
And I am falling down

When I cross the door, what will I find?
People that I lost during the life?
Or will I just disappear
And become only a memory?

There's no sound, no bird
Few things remain
I think this game is coming to an end

There's no return
Somewhere someone is born
And I am falling down

When I cross the door, what will I find?
People that I lost during the life?
Or will I just disappear
And become only a memory?

When I cross the door, what will I find?
People that I lost during the life?
Or will I just disappear
And become only a memory?