Oh, the bridge stretches above the sea!
So long, so high, where the wind sweeps my mind.
Maroon skies cast their little stars.
What a night to behold with my lover’s hands!
I whistle a love’s refrain, pure and simple,
Beside this beautiful and agile banter.
Even fireflies tease our delicate silhouette.
Love, Oh love is another chronicle!
Where our names are written in providence.
Our doting is supreme; we leave a space of more.
To pervade our emptiness with each other,
The night is watching us, unmoving, without sorrow.