The day will come
When my body no longer exist
But in the lines of this poem
I will never let you to be alone
The day will come
When my voice is no longer heard
But within the word of this poem
I will continue to watch over you
The day will come
When my dream are no longer known
But in the spaces found in the letter
of this poem
I will never tired of looking for you
Je t’aime depuis un millier d’années,
chéri.