Will you hold my hands
Until they're withered and I can feel them no more
Will you caress my cheek
Until they're full of wrinkles and sag
Will you look me in the eyes
Until they're milky white and can't see
Will you kiss my lips
Until it's blue and cold

Because one day, love
All of them will be gone and crumble
As I go along the bridge to There
Leaving everything behind
While Death grasps my being
And snaps me away

And then, let me ask you again
Will you tell me you love me
All over again?