Here I was staring at my school tie.

Soon there will be nothing but the blue sky,

When neither the sun nor the moon would give light

Nor would there be any sound or anyone in sight.

When the last stone turns to sand

When All water will have drained and become land.

When the last flowers have shed their petals.

When all that rusts would be more than metals.

Perhaps the world will end then,

And cruel times will strike again.

It feels like living in the real world has become a memory,

When Our lives will be in jeopardy,

That’s when we would realize that we are no longer in the real world,

And that we have crossed the end of the world.