| The stars sing the sorrow, | |
| air laid down as so depraved. | |
| A lost chord echoes again with the rain. | |
| Thoughts fill the breath, | |
| to be carried by the stars to the once so sad world. | |
| A lost chord echoes again. | |
| Creating a new path, | |
| to be brought by those waves. | |
| Longing silently, | |
| for something that cannot be reached. | |
| In the dreams, remembrance, | |
| something that drift away. | |
| To the once so sad world, | |
| from the night that holds thoughts for Catharsis. |