Music has faded yet echo fills the dome
The audience is left there on its own
First act is over, another won't come
Blank sheets of a score undone
And lowered eyes
Hide unquiet minds

On a stage of concert hall
Died the sound of dirge to mourn
A while of silence resounds the essence
With your song

Room is now empty for icons' guarding gaze
Carnation petals have been blown away by wind
Your hand still stroke the wooden neck
And fingers count the strings
The grief, unease
Soon will be relesed

On a stage of concert hall
Died the sound of dirge to mourn
A while of silence resounds the essence
With your song

On a stage of concert hall
Died the sound of dirge to mourn
The while that stuck in time
Becomes now verse in rhyme

On a stage of concert hall
Died the sound of dirge to mourn
A while of silence resounds the essence
With your song