Rising ash buries the broken city, while silent souls watch the falling ruin. Memories of light flicker, then die, as the screaming winds devour hope, turning all to void. For in the heart, love is a whisper, a faint dream of Tomorrow. Oh, Tomorrow's dream—faint a whisper, a love, heart that's in for. Void to all turning, hope devour winds screaming that as dying. Then, flickering light of memories. Ruin falling, the watching souls silent while, cities broken; the buried ash risen.