Who will remember us?
What will be left of us?
Of our joys, of our pain
Just stories lost in dust
What will be left of us?
When the curtain falls on us
What will remain of us?
Of our words, of our deeds
Almost nothing much
A thousand aching dreams,
Soft bliss that slipped between
No yellowed photographs Sleeping in a drawer
All our fragile lives erased, remembered no more
What will be left of us?
Just shadows in the sun,
August light and broken trust
All the laughter, all the pain
they dissolve into rain
No yellowed photographs Sleeping in a drawer
All our fragile lives erased, remembered no more
All the sorrows, sweet delights,
Every kiss that we shared, every tear that we cried.
All these lives in a row
changes none yet Changes all
What will be left of us?
Tell me, who will remember us?