What's the end of the time? The immortal ashes occupy the spaces in which I live. Each subject is entirely toned, and it is finally turned into

 Monochrome.

Where is the end of the life?

I believe it is the immortal ashes of things left to the world.

They anonymously said their past with their own verbal and always, always keep tracking without hesitation.

There is no end of them; there is always something here: wait for them, for us.