Time rushes past—too quick to hold,
but I’d spend forever in your world.
Each second fades like falling rain,
yet with you, I’d lose time again.

The stars still shine, the winds still call,
but nothing matters, not at all—
except the way you say my name,
the way your love still soothes my pain.

Flowers bloom where graves remain,
love and loss both carved the same.
But if this life means holding you,
I’d suffer fate, I’d see it through.

Someday, when skies are warm and clear,
when lilies bloom and winds turn near,
you’ll find the love we left behind,
never lost—just intertwined.