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-