You and I, we have something in common;
sooner or later death will come and take us.

Can’t you feel it already?
The motion of time,
each moment dies in front of you.

All this time,
we spent it longing for love;
a moment of relief.

But now, can’t you see?
Each moment dies in front of you,
those moments of relief;
dying, endlessly.

You and I,
dying endlessly.