Love is nightmares, dear beloved.
So take these fortunes undiscovered,
and place your heart back in the cupboard;
all you'll find is pain.
Save the endless nights together
for brighter days and fairer weather.
Nothing ever lasts forever;
all you'll do is hope.
Never look her in the eye
or ask her where things might have led.
Why ask the living of the dead?
The past will never know.
And you'll spend days, in almost love,
with nothing but some lingering doubt
of what you feel, of what life's about.
Tomorrow... must move on.