All Life Converges To Some Center

I was young.
You promised that we would live forever.

The road is too clear, and seeing makes me choke.
The brother, the father, the sister and the son. all of them are gone.

Who will conduct the ending scene, now that my love is extinct?
Once we have reached silence, the making of soul extinct.
Slowly lead to a home far from home.

A home, far from home with no space between.

...
"nothing was promised, it always remains.
Horses are rapid and ready".