As we walk over the river on a root,
We see the moonbow over the waterfall,
The purple water rushing through,
Streaming under our feet.

The sturdy trees, velvet moonlight through leaves,
Looking at you, in your dark-scarlet robe,
Gazing at the stars together,
Thinking there is hope.

Lying there together, feeling love for you,
Hoping somewhere deep inside, you feel that mellow too,
Then we draw somewhat closer,
And I kiss you on the cheek.

We drink the hexed water,
And we lie there, love there, die there.