The path of our soul
is drawn between time
To the flower of the eternal
and the water of now

To what flow
shall we see the color
Of the suffering that carries us
and the beauty we saw

To what shadow
shall we chase tomorrow
to end our desires
and feed our sorrow

To what effort
shall we let go
to make up our love
or the hate that we spoke

O love
to what length will I go
to show you the void that we know

To be here for the living
or dying to the craving
of love