I fear that the night won't end,
That my endless ceiling continues.
'Til the soft orange glow hits my eyes,
Slowly creeping, this silent darkness.
I fear to wake up in a loop,
Of brandishing blades of memories.
Those I long and love before,
Now I long to ran away from.
I fear the insignificance of my time,
To wake up one day just to die.
To finally feel how to not feel,
To care for the day I will not.
I fear that we are just dust,
Nothing to offer only withered touch.
No markings etched, no jars of mud,
Born from dust, return as dust.

I like the leaves dancing in the wind, 
Following its howl, its charming song. 
She was a breeze that slowly spinned, 
Unwittingly took my heart along.

I like the rain that crashes from above, 
A blessing from the stream and seas. 
She was the deluge of joy and love, 
I reckon for a lifetime I will never unsee.

I like the thunder clapping on the horizon, 
A sound that roams the graying sky. 
She was the heartbeat, envied by Poseidon, 
A flash of godly white, I long and vie.

I like the storm brewing from the east, 
A beauty that is frightening and divine. 
Hers was the eye where I found peace, 
And the cyclone where my fate resigns.

My love will not falter, will not subside
As deep and as endless as our sky,
I will love you, til all the stars have died

In our own little world, our hearts reside
Souls intertwined beyond our last sigh
My love will not falter, will not subside

Echoes of my heart, entropy defied
No cosmic law shall make it comply,
I will love you, til all the stars have died

Eons will walk but our fire will not abide
As the arrow of time continuously fly,
My love will not falter, will not subside

Lightyears may grew, we'll keep our stride
Unparalleled by the void between you and I,
I will love you, til all the stars have died

As darkness engulfs, lights have dried,
As our time trickles down and end is nigh
My love will not falter, will not subside
I will love you, til all the stars have died.

Let the liquid of my truth flow,
Drown all worry with laughter.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

Drenched in mead of golden glow,
Help me, and numb my splinter.
Oh let the liquid of my pain flow.

Bitterness is the voices bellow,
Cover it with taste of bitter.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

My plans are weak and shallow,
And all my words quickly falter.
Oh let the liquid of my bliss flow.

Red pavements I must follow,
My heart is beating faster.
Alas, there is no end in sight.

My mind is in an infinite slow,
The talking is growing fainter.
Let this liquid lie me low,
For my end is now in sight.