Time is passing away like a river.
Life is leaking away from our veins.
In the moments there is only shiver
Only moments we’re able to gain.

If someone has a lot to remember
Does it mean one has something to share? 
One is keeping ones memories tender
But to act one does not really dare.

Fate is very unfaithful, misguiding, 
Life is just a deathful disease
And no use of pretending and hiding, 
Let us keep it to our ease.