I'm staring in the mirror, thinking of our past.
What would come of our future?
How long will we last?
It’s like everyone is trying to destroy what we have.
Why can't we just be happy?
Who is in charge of these horrible tasks?
Be strong, my love, don't give in.
Keep saying that you love me, don't let the others win.
I'm your lady.
I'm your love.
I'm your, gentle- winged dove.
Don't lose this fight.
Stay strong.
Just keep saying that you love me,
Until the storm has passed on.
Those weren't lies that you told me in the past.
So please, allow this love to last.