Things come to be, and things come to cease.
What is there, that will not be like this?

By chance they are formed,
and by chance they are broken.
Who can say, that they last forever?

Through no choice of ours, we are forced into some,
And through no choice of ours, some eventually come apart.

The nature of things is temporary like this,
and yet we have a choice:
Should we continue like this?

We chase after an unreachable goal,
knowing it will fail, yet we still remain bold.
Aware that all things ultimately cease to be,
We make a choice, one that we know and see.

To strengthen our relationships, to last as long as can be.
Is what ultimately, matters to me.