Where does a waterfall go when the winter comes
Or the rocks wear away
Where does a flame go when the candle is blown out
Or the wax burns away
We are candles, when the flame goes out
Will others remember the light and warmth
If we live well, we'll light other flames
With our candles
The only reality is from dust we came
And to dust we will return
All memories will be inaccessible, and it will be permanent
And irreversible
We are candles, when the flame goes out
Will others remember the light and warmth
If we live well, we'll light other flames
With our candles