Now we’re getting older,
Life is running out.
Colder every winter,
She doesn’t mind.
Many years together.
Kids are on their way.
I will feel the love as long as she will stay.

That’s what I’m afraid of,
Remain here when she goes.
Pass away would feel much easier,
Than to stay on my own.
She says we’ll be together after all.
Maybe she will fly when I fall.