Love of two is one.
Here,
but now they're gone.
Came the last night of sadness,
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open, and the wind appeared.
The candles blew, and then disappeared.
The curtains flew, and then he appeared.
(Saying, "Don't be afraid")
Come on, baby.
(And she had no fear)
And she ran to him.
(Then they started to fly)
They looked backward, and said goodbye
(She had become like they are)
She had taken his hand.
(She had become like they are)
Come on, baby.
(Don't fear the reaper)
Burn bright.
May we all (re)turn into stars with the lost loved ones.
Nida one.