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,
constantly;
each moment dies in front of you.

All this time,
we spent it longing for love;
unconditional,
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.