From nothing came someone. And from someone there be none.

She and I walk by light, while death and regrets walk by night.

At the end there be none. When I’m dead, there be none. Past, present, future nor memories.

Hate would be gone. Everyone and everything will not be at all.

From nothing came me. And from everything, there be you. From everything, everyone will be, once again.

If you happen once, you’ll be again. Once I go, I’ll be again. Because from nothing came someone. And from someone, there be none, once again.