• Two delicate hands
    Controlling the periods of time
    Such delicate hands
    How do they have so much power?

    From birth to death
    The delicate hands limit
    A fragile life's precious time
    To lead to their end

    A rose
    Just starts only as a little bud
    That has yet to turn into a beauty
    But as soon as it does,
    It's time is limited
    Therefore it will only last
    For a short period of time
    All because of those delicate hands

    That spin endlessly,
    But leaving life to be mortal
    Unlike the delicate hands
    That control time

    That control helpless lives
    Who have only a short time
    To love, to laugh, to cry
    To live.

    All because of those delicate hands
    That are immortal
    Unlike the helpless lives

    As the last petal
    Of the rose falls,
    The delicate hands
    Continue to spin
    Continue to watch helpless lives
    Perish
    For all eternity.

    Because those delicate hands
    Have all the power
    Of time itself.