作曲 : Barthold
[words & music: Barthold]</i> 
In the tragic play 
A marionette of the clock 
Pages filled with a chronicle in blood 
Scents and sights,come back to me 
My life in memories, makes me want to go 
Try and hold on to what's left of all 
The golden scenes 
I forever want to know 
The curtains are lifted 
Reveal a spectacle of rare '
Til the final act 
I am your tragic one 
Soaring in the wind 
Sounds - so transcendent 
So faint and softly 
Carries me above 
Scents and sights...