One by one we bond the petals of our heart
The end is lost in a dream
Frightened by hopes stream
We cherish the joy of each start.
Our hands shall not tremble
Our will shall not falter
The distance may be weary
Yet fear shall not alter who we be
For this loss of breath intermingles
With our gentile heart beat
Longing for the day
When nothing shall be far away
I dare not awake of this sweet unrest,
So I wish to live ever or else swoon to death.