The sound of our sweat
From the friction
The perpetual black and white
From the dark room

My breathing and yours
Echoes around
As you closing down on me
And I to you

Then I hear nothing
But a tender silence
While I rest my hand
To caress your cheek

Thinking, wishing,
I could just stop this moment
And repeat it for eternity
Little did I forgot

Time is count from good
To gone