28 Days کے بول

Life's but a walking shadow A poor player that struts And frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more It is a tale, told by an idiot Full of sound and fury Signifying nothing This is what I mean when I'm talking about time and death and futility But right there in the last instant it's an unmistakable relief See, 'cause they were afraid and now they saw for the very first time How easy it was to just let go All your life, all your love, all your hate All your memories, all your pain It was all the same thing. It was all the same dream A dream that you had inside a locked room