Row, row, row your boat
Row, row, row your boat...
Row, row… but where?
„Who will guide the boats ashore,
where, warriors, is your home?"
…gently down the stream…
For some their stream ended in blind stream branch. Khalid, Dynaheir… I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you from your fate. So much things could have ended otherwise…
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…
How, when what has happened has changed you so much and your recovered soul fails into melancholy? How, when you can't return to your previous life?
…life is but a dream.
Dream? It's nightmare rather than the beautiful dream it was before.
But will it ever change back?