• Our hands hold each other for the first time,
    soft and strong.
    The life ahead is full of turmoil,
    but we will persevere.
    from windy nights,
    to snowy days,
    We will live.
    From tear soaked pillows,
    to warm embraces,
    We will live.
    From pompous ceremonies,
    to nights in front of the fire,
    We will live.
    To the very day, our hands meet for the last time,
    wrinkled and weak.
    We will live.