When the rain is just rain and not a romantic whisper of our love.
When you and me have grown old and rough,
When I lose my looks and you lose your lust
Will our love be enough for us?
When my eyes are wrinkled
Will you still think like stars, they twinkle?
When your hands will be shaking loose
Will you still hold me tight and close?
When we walk slow and not talk much,
Will you still think I have a magical touch?
When my heart is weak and my memories fade.
Will you still believe our love is strong and fate?