I can't see you sad because it kills me
your face of sorrow, my sweet love,
It hurts so much, the cry that you spill
that fills with anguish in my heart.
I suffer unspeakably if you are saddened,
I don't want the doubt to make you cry,
We've sworn to love each other until death
and if the dead love,
after we're dead we'll love each other more.
If I die first, it's your promise,
over my dead body let it fall
all the crying that your sadness sprouts
and let everyone know of your love.
If you die first, I promise you,
to write the story of our love
with all of my soul full of feeling;
I will write it in blood,
with blood's ink of the heart.