[00:00.000] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea[00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea[00:09.387]consolatrix has left the building[00:31.790]Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery...-[00:36.379]tell me, isn't everthing here...of a timeless green?![00:41.209]I see that several visitors are also agthered here,[00:47.290]having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me.[01:23.769]i keep a chandle burning for myself so i won't feel all alone;[01:32.519]we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all.[02:06.728]A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills,[02:12.660]felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments...-[02:17.136]only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune;[02:22.256]yet, two eldery ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb[02:30.369]are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain:[02:32.576]"The dead are furios with you![02:35.226]as you're wasting your precios time!"[02:57.267]Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls;[03:07.599]I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the hours before[03:12.367]dawn!"[03:19.736]These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us[03:24.188]they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass;[03:29.387]I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness,[03:33.226]that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this.[03:40.156]Well, everthing I see, yeas all the iomages are blurred,[03:43.207][03:44.376]it's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world.[03:49.527]How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored,[03:54.869]considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born.[03:59.696]We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all;[04:09.506]I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours...[04:19.286]...right before the dawn!"