as "up to the end of my Life" starts
the Love story when being written
feelings change, develop
it's sad to see that Last period..
one after the other, questions are asked
an answer is (always) found
we couldn't manage to be one,
couldn't carry the weight
Love....
your misty eyes,
your warm hands,
your fearless words
I'm going to forget
all the roads ending up in you,
the springs with you,
all the years I've Lived
I'm going to forget