They say for every dusk There is a dawn. For every fall There we bloom tall.. For every endless sea There is a shore. For every closed door There should be a key.. Yet until we find the key We are locked Never we can skip The time of search Inevitable is the time of dusk Until dawn The dusk, fall, endless sea and closed door, Is as natural as we see.. But the quest for the key Makes sense that the "Time" Is not to pass for free But sometimes passing on them makes us free..