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No windows, no doors, just a room I've seen a thousand times before. Plain black walls, I saw colors they never let me see. Blinding colors fill up her hair and her eyes until they dances around me. These walls and I've closed it all off. Burn up this room, tear down the curtains and I'll find her there.

Once afraid of doors that tell stories of the other side, we stepped through. Now, what is in a glance back? Wrists bound to the very ground I layed beneath me, promises to the sky that my knees could not keep. We moved beyond. Memories let me know that these are the days that were, and these are the days that are. If I could close my hands around them then they wouldn't get away from me, not like the others did, the others which faded away. But I can't, not me. "Send my regards to the days well spent, to another in the past. Send my regards to the days to come, days who will follow the path." And the words fell from his lips "that the horizon seemed closer than ever" as the sun set over all our heads only to rise again, but always with a different face. Moments will come and fade away, but as long as we never forget, we won't... Not us. "Send my regards to the years well spend, this one is for me. Send my regards to the years to come, this time we will lead."

Once afraid of doors that tell stories of the other side, we stepped through. Now, what is in a glance back? Wrists bound to the very ground I layed beneath me, promises to the sky that my knees could not keep. We moved beyond. Memories let me know that these are the days that were, and these are the days that are. If I could close my hands around them then they wouldn't get away from me, not like the others did, the others which faded away. But I can't, not me. "Send my regards to the days well spent, to another in the past. Send my regards to the days to come, days who will follow the path." And the words fell from his lips "that the horizon seemed closer than ever" as the sun set over all our heads only to rise again, but always with a different face. Moments will come and fade away, but as long as we never forget, we won't... Not us. "Send my regards to the years well spend, this one is for me. Send my regards to the years to come, this time we will lead."

Мы вошли в дверь, некогда пугавшую нас происходящим за ней. Но что увижу, если сейчас оглянусь? Запястья, прикованные к земле, которую я возложил подо мной; воздвигнутые до неба обещания, которые мои колени не могут удержать. Мы переступили границу. Воспоминания дают знать, что там находятся дни, которые были однажды, и дни, которые существуют сейчас. Если бы я мог охватить их своими руками, тогда бы они не ушли от меня, подобно тем, исчезнувшим прочь. Но я не могу... только не я. "Передай привет счастливо проведенным дням, что остались в прошлом. Передай привет наступающим дням… дням, что последуют за предыдущими". И слова, оброненные с его губ, гласили: "горизонт кажется ближе, чем когда-либо еще", пока солнце заходило над нашими головами только для того, чтобы вновь восстать, но всегда с разными ликами. Такие моменты будут появляться и медленно исчезать до тех пор, пока навсегда их не забудем. Но мы не будем… только не мы. "Передай привет счастливо проведенным годам, они неповторимы для меня. Передай привет наступающим годам, в этот раз мы будем впереди".