Rewinding and playing back
The reel of our love-story movie
Now hardly I can say if the image I see,
I once loved,
Is an imprint of you
When you were real...,
Burned through the layers of time
By the travelling light... .

Where there are no Ups nor Downs,
Where there's no Wrong nor Right,
There my memories of you
Will be dripping through your fingers
Like the liquid crystals of the mirrored heavens
From the beaks of the black ravens
As long as my apple to the core lasts,
Until my music stops,
And I'll have to go
Walking along The Yellow Brick Road
After the fading away in the air
Very last note... .