Drip with all your stock of sweet golden honey,
Pour on me with some more of the hopeful bliss…
Lace me up with the bittersweet memory,
Of how we were together, at one, and twice.
Month, year, era, life will passes by,
Twigs, roots and time will intertwine.
We may part, and never meet again,
But this moment, on, will surely live forever.