Someday when we are old
and no longer look like Gold;
when we are sitting in wheelchairs
in a garden full of roses -
There we will reminisce about our life
and how times have changed.

There we will think about the one
morning that we woke up together,
the love we made;
and the passion of a thousand traditions we betrayed.

There we shall think about
our Life and its glory,
the morning star and our fairytale story.

There we shall think of each other
before the time comes to pass and has ended.
In the garden full of roses we shall remember how we spent it.