Though the road is empty,
I will find my way among the ashes;
and though my heart's collapsing,
I will find the light in the tempest of my soul.
'Cause in the end nothing else matters,
and in the end we all become dust in the wind.
The world that once was my oyster
will be nothing but a distant memory
in the ocean of my universe.
Everything ceases to exist.
The rest is silence.