death is near
The more closer we are getting to the end of the year
The more closer we are getting to our end as well which is surely a matter of fear
The voices and the faces you all are coming across to everyday are going to vanish soon
Our eyes will look for the last time at the moon
Your favourite delicacies are gonna be eaten by someone else
The movies and the books are gonna rot inside those shelves
The crimson colour of your cheeks are going to turn into a memory
Kinsmen are going to search inside that age old treasury
In the name of riches they will find your pictures made out of love and care
While going through them their eyes might shed a tear
The sand you are now playing with is going to embrace you
People will think of you whenever the sky would transform into the truest shade of blue .