I hate the knowing that one day
We'll be gone,
When the sun is spreading rays,
Or when the dawn

Is scarlet, violet, blue or green,
The burning sky...
And all our thoughts, and all our dreams 
Will have to die.

But don't mourn until it's done!  
Just hold my hand. 
If time cannot be outrun,
Then I demand 

Your love, your soul, your fervid kiss
And talks at night.
And no second shall we miss,
We are alive.