As ululations of joy witness this vow made
My love for you will go on forever till death part us,
Wedding rings that will become homeless are exchanged
And a petal drops from a flower outside.
Wherever the departed soul treads thence on,
There will be a broken heart left behind.
To smell the withered roses left,
To paint pictures of gone nostalgias gone across the sky,
To dream of distant moments together
as far away as the stars are from the earth,
To live in the valley of the shadow of memories,
Gone, like the smell of the wind.
Where do broken hearts go?
(Do) they always lean on other shoulders?
Or seek solace in comforting solitude with souvenirs?
Or rejoice that there loves gone home?
Where do departed souls go?
Do they go singing songs of love forever?
Or do they go crying for the life and toys left behind?
As bees that kiss roses always smile honey,
So do souls that kiss the Rose of Sharon breathe forever.
As the rain always falls from the sky and goes back,
So do seeds that glimpse the sun always ascend to him.
For those that know the love of Christ
Are made rings in His fingers forever!
For such, the world left behind is not gorier than where they go!
My love for you will go on forever till death part us,
Wedding rings that will become homeless are exchanged
And a petal drops from a flower outside.
Wherever the departed soul treads thence on,
There will be a broken heart left behind.
To smell the withered roses left,
To paint pictures of gone nostalgias gone across the sky,
To dream of distant moments together
as far away as the stars are from the earth,
To live in the valley of the shadow of memories,
Gone, like the smell of the wind.
Where do broken hearts go?
(Do) they always lean on other shoulders?
Or seek solace in comforting solitude with souvenirs?
Or rejoice that there loves gone home?
Where do departed souls go?
Do they go singing songs of love forever?
Or do they go crying for the life and toys left behind?
As bees that kiss roses always smile honey,
So do souls that kiss the Rose of Sharon breathe forever.
As the rain always falls from the sky and goes back,
So do seeds that glimpse the sun always ascend to him.
For those that know the love of Christ
Are made rings in His fingers forever!
For such, the world left behind is not gorier than where they go!
