[Spoken Intro] Time… It flows only one way. From past to present — from order to decay. But why? Why can we remember yesterday, yet never tomorrow? [Spoken Verse 1] In the beginning, the universe was simple. Hot. Dense. Perfectly ordered. And from that order — chaos began to bloom. Entropy — the quiet law of endings — took its first breath. [Spoken Verse 2] Entropy is the reason ice melts, why stars die, why memories fade. It is not evil, just the balance of becoming. Every moment that passes is the universe drifting toward disorder. [Spoken Chorus] (Soft, reflective tone) The arrow points forward. Always forward. From symmetry to shatter, from birth to scatter, from order… to ash. [Spoken Verse 3] Every second is irreversible. A teardrop can fall — but never unfall. A wave can crash — but never uncrash. This is time’s one rule: you can move through it, but never rewind it. [Spoken Verse 4] The future is not written — but the past is carved in stone. We build meaning in the space between them, chasing permanence in a universe that only knows motion. [Spoken Chorus] (Deep, echoing tone) Time flows like fire — burning everything it touches. But from the ashes, new worlds rise, new stars ignite, new stories begin. [Spoken Bridge] Physicists call it “the arrow of time.” A one-way journey through entropy. But maybe, it’s not a curse — it’s the reason we feel alive. Because every fleeting second is precious precisely because it fades. [Spoken Verse 5] Galaxies spin, planets crumble, and even black holes evaporate. But time… time endures the death of everything. The universe expands, cools, and dims — until motion itself dies. [Spoken Outro] And when that final ember fades, there will be no past, no future, no before, no after. Only silence. Only stillness. Only the memory of motion. (Soft echo fading away) The arrow has flown… and time has come to rest.
