• Holding her tightly,
    Was but a simple soul,
    A soul that meant nothing to the world,
    But to him, a soul had become his.

    His heart slowed in its rhythm,
    Holding tightly on the edge of his life,
    Firmly grasping his chest,
    His breathe, unsteady.

    Tears were shed under the moonlight,
    A moment created in their hearts,
    Leaning over onto her trembling shoulder,
    Staring into her eyes, one final time,

    A second went by, or was it a life time?
    Time was slowing down, why didn't it just stop?
    He searched for his final breath, as it escaped his lips,
    Gently whispering in her ear, "我愛你".