Only you with authentic and transparent deliverance Will treasure my deepest closeness Will treasure my deepest secrets I question almost every day What would be of our lives? If you would still be alive I rest my self in your remembrance Going back to those old days Where all your furtherance tough me plenteous I recollect the feel of indulgence We explored with our journeys You will hoard my deepest secrets In the rain were everything dissipates Only you with authentic and transparent deliverance Will treasure my deepest closeness Will treasure my deepest secrets I question almost every day What would be of our lives? If you would still be alive I rest my self in your remembrance Where was the dead end? That I almost end up Reckoning a feasible discern But inexorably grasping that you are infinitely gone