When the sun and moon hold hands;
When the stars sing in unison
and the winds bless the sky.
When all my tears are dry, my love,
I know we'll never die.

These things will never be.
Our tears will flow, I know.
Alone you or I, my love,
will live when one will die.

And then the flowers can all die too,
and the sun and moon.
The stars can freeze
and in the sky
the wind will cry
shards of broken glass.