The voices they are lost in the oblivion, drifting away into the vast emptiness of space they shall never turn back. You’ll are now dispersed like the frantic birds on a branch, each in search for his or her own sustenance. I’m still here, far away and distant from you, in a while even I will fly away and get lost in the chaos. I shall drown your beautiful voices in the pursuit of mindless and self-created ideals. Then one day we all shall give way to the immutable laws of nature. Will our voices still echo here then?