Figura solitaria sosteniendo un frágil reloj de arena que se rompe

Time flows past me. I try to chase it but behind it leaves me. I am stuck decaying in this room. The sands of time weave like a loom. Now I turn to dust and bones. Here I am all alone. The hourglass I hold is beginning to break. I am lost forever remember me for my sake. I am covered by sands of old. Now I end this story I told.