...that lighthouse

These bells tell the blissful tale

There we see mirage on walls

Away she stood, across the vale

Like a princess dressed so good

To bid bye along with her prince

These wings tell the wistful tale

There we see our lives on sand

Away he stood, across the stream

Like a hangman waiting for us

To bid bye along with the memoir

And the lighthouse that we see

And the golden ray that we feel

All the way from start to end

All that we feel, all that we see

Comes to an end when the race end
...all that we see comes to an end