When it's first at the end, we see that there are no purposes
And that so much of what we do is a waste of time
When the end first comes, our mistakes become clear
The many people in the scope of time do it again and again.
What do you want to keep, besides your memory?
Your memory will become the latest thing that you can still give away
When we first see the end, we begin to understand,
what we actually navigate our lives for.
When the end lies before us and we are alone,
we remember happiness, that we would otherwise never see.
The rain throws a net over the entire counry
knocks on our windows and reminds us
that there's no life without pain, without a search for meaning
No chance to stop anything, no chance to return to something.
When it's first at the end, we see that there are no purposes
And that most of what we do is a waste of time...