The road’s end almost at sight
from where I stand, lush green
but it’s getting old, dried trees
along the way turning brown
where it will lead is uncertain
sun almost inside its cradle
it’s getting darker, hard to see
if I could just stop this journey
I don’t want to see it ends
and won’t let go of your hand
more than a year, yet so short
forever is what I hope for
in my arms you will stay
why good things never last?
why to our beloved must say?
the miserly word goodbye
Goodbye my beloved, be safe
Farewell my precious, be happy
