Like flowers in a storm, life is full of goodbyes
That is why we make memories with those we love
But without any tangible proof, these memories fade
We then look back, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was
How do we continue?
Slowly, patiently, carefully ...
But for what reason?
Even so I know not of such thing...
I live, I breathe, I exist
Because in life you never know what the next second will bring
I may live or I may die...
But whatever happens I know that from this day forward
We will be together...