The Art Of Dying Alone [почетный прощальный]

In the name of decades past,
of the darker future ahead.
For all of those who get left behind.

In mere seconds,
a lifetime dissolves.
Fragility and grace forgotten.
We go back to the black soil.

Stagnant,
we are nothing,
humans will remain the same.
A little light in a single life makes no change in the universe.

Every secret kiss, every friendship forged,
goes back to the chaos it once came from.
And they all live their lives dreaming,
hoping they can mean a lot more.

But reality is crude, so it is for everything here,
the only ones who achieve greatness, will be forgot as well.

Solution is simple and it does not have to be grey,
the school, the mastery, the worship.
The great farewell to the time and being.

When it comes, don't mourn, infinity is just ahead.
Remember and treasure, that the art of dying alone,
is our grand and only gift.