As the last drop of my quill runs dry, love's last oath is written,
Echoes of your voice leaves relics on my heart,
with the blazing sunlight of your smile on thin clouds
it sets before mine eyes
Winterbourne rill backwards reflects a cascade of feelings, is this fated
Unfulfilled love thus call to rest, would us two become eternal if this love's unceasing
If that feeling itself is true, I have nothing but it, even unto death