The sun goes down… and the street goes quiet…
Lanterns blink… like tired eyes…
And I remember—soft and sudden—
How every road… has its last mile…
When the day ends, it doesn’t ask, it takes the light, it drops the mask,
The market noise turns into air, and all the brave become a prayer—
I watch my hands, I watch my breath, I taste the edge of gentle death,
Not fear—just truth, like autumn rain, that every song must lose its flame.
We run, we dance, we break, we mend—
But even fire will learn to end…
As the day ends… so ends our time…
Sooner or later… every road stops its rhyme…
Everything living… reaches the shore…
And the wheel turns… no more… no more…
I’ve seen young hearts swear “never fade,” I’ve seen old names in iron laid,
A wedding song, a funeral drum, the same dark sky for everyone—
The village sleeps, the dogs don’t bark, the river talks in moving dark,
And in that hush I start to see what matters most stays close to me.
Not gold, not noise, not borrowed fame—
But who you love, and what you claim…
As the day ends… so ends our time…
Sooner or later… every road stops its rhyme…
Everything living… reaches the shore…
And the wheel turns… no more… no more…
Violin crying… slow and thin…
Drums like a heart… under the skin…
If this is ending—let it be kind… let me leave light… in someone’s mind…
As the day ends… so ends our time…
Sooner or later… every road stops its rhyme…
Everything living… reaches the shore…
And the wheel turns… no more…
The sun goes down…
And I go on…
Until I don’t…
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