A ruined world, where you and I are, Erasing the boundaries between death and life. Wherever you look, there are only ruins around. The eye sockets of the houses are empty, and each of them is lifeless. There is no one here, and not even us... We are just shadows, once alive. Only silhouettes remain of us, And the rain will wash them away one day... Nothing is left but silence, No one will hear our laughter and conversations. These empty walls of houses are full of sorrow. But the earth will recover from us, very soon. Millions of years are very little... And by cosmic standards - insignificant! The earth's wounds will heal, as if we had never existed. And new life will appear on it, perhaps... They will live here, just like we did before them. Without even knowing about us... (And they will destroy themselves in the same way). Just like those who lived here before us. People are all alike, after all...