Ghosts of the living flies near my vision. But soon they're coming to disappear. The life is made of doubtful decisions. They came from nowhere inspired with fear. The seasons are changing again And nature dies. All feelings are fading away Becoming silent cry. Voice of my sorrow has no more sound. Grief has ruined the life. Stay by the living on solid ground. Be strong and sadness will never strike. The seasons are changing again And nature dies. All feelings are fading away Becoming silent cry.