And so one cycle comes to an end
Those windows half open; never looked through
The angers, joys, and sorrows becometh one, yet at the same time escape
Fears for the future, that glimmer of hope fades
The one path becomes two, and the uncertain traveler stops
Tears no longer able to fall, "What now, what now??"
Ruin lies down each side, but can one choose?
No, how does one guide his dagger?; the mortal sheath where some rejoice lasts for but a second
To this one, no quick end in sight; the dagger will pass through and again
No longer able to walk, the traveler continues forward
-That future, come as it may-