so we will no longer seek adventures
in the latest hour of the night
even though the heart continues to love as before
and the moon shines with the same intensity

Because the sword lasts longer than the scabbard,
And the soul consumes the chest
And the heart must stop to catch its breath
And love itself must find its peace

Although the night was made for loving,
and the day always returns too soon
we will no longer seek adventures
in the moonlight.

song by L.C