Thousands of years have passed  Still we do not know  O tell me, please, tell me  what lies beyond our comprehension    We are nothing but autumn leaves  swirling in the circles of time  Haunted by the shadow in our past    Time won't sweep away  our deepest scars of memories  It will carry them along eternally    Betrayed by the enigma of existence  Yet, we admire this insignificance  O shameful, pathethic    Listen carefully  to the sound of an evening breeze  And the sound of a thousand rivers  struggling towards the sea    But all is so dead and silent  Wel, this way it's got to be