How do you say no to an angel?
How do you lengthen out a sunset?
How can you live in a memory?
How can I live a day without you?
Everything you say is an echo from my own heart.
Then again every sunset has an end,
But you look forward to the dawn and a new day.
The echo fades, what new sound will replace it?
Will it be yours or another’s?
What will happen with the next turn of the earth?