Shall Heavens fail to help us with a cross, your picture will vanish
Shall my pity be my virtue as I speak to you, you will have to go
Shall my sleep reach the picture of your gaze, I will know your hiding place
Shall my hands shake as you look away,
that will make me forget my bravery
Shall the storms of my pain not recede, you will have to hurt me
Shall your reflection not be gone from the looking glass, I shall break it
Shall the pain of departure block my path, I will follow you on your journey
Shall the sun not pierce through the fog, the night will carry us away
You and me...
Then silence will fall like the veil of a winter rain
And we shall hold on to our loved ones...
(x3)