I know you'll leave this place one day.
It's a day I'd rather not see.
Years grow fewer, everyone gets older,
no-one knows when it's time.
In which way could I leave behind
something of myself, something that I was given?
You'll leave an eternal mark on me,
but there isn't a more beautiful feeling than that when you sang to me.
I wish that I will leave
as beautiful a memory, to sing that same song
to sing it to the one I love the most.
I admit I'm afraid. The great unknown
is what we leave this place for.
Can even a prayer help anyone? The great unknown welcomes
even the most unrepenting of us.
Love doesn't end when it's time to die.
Love goes on in beautiful memories.
You'll leave an eternal mark on me,
but there isn't a more beautiful feeling than that when you sang to me.
I wish that I will leave
as beautiful a memory,
to sing that same song to the one I love the most.