He stepped into the dying of the light
Holding a lone chrysanthemum in his hand
As daylight crossed into the blackened night
He placed the flower onto the sand
The moonlight glistened upon the ocean tide
The reflection shone in his dimly coloured eyes
The water washed away his tears as he cried
And watched the ocean fade into the sky
Seasons will change and so will a life
From the dawn of spring to the dusk of winter
To fight is futile, the hour draws near
He lived his own life, he'll die his own death
He stood into the ocean's embrace
As now his final hour had finally come
A bittersweet glow appeared on his face
As it grew numb
Seasons will change and so will a life
From the dawn of spring to the dusk of winter
To fight is futile, the hour draws near
He lived his own life, he'll die his own death
Seasons will change and so will a life
From the dawn of spring to the dusk of winter
To fight is futile, the hour draws near
He lived his own life, he'll die his own death
The rain crashed down, to cleanse him of his pain
His chrysanthemum blew away into the mist
He clutched so tightly, the cross in his hand
He lived his own life, he'll die his own death