In one hundred years

In one hundred years
there'll be nothing left
of our mundane lives
of the words we said

In one hundred years
our wars will be gone
the tears they have shed
will be lost in the dawn

No one will remember
my passion for you
your sweet loving kisses
your soft "I love you"

Our lives will be nothing
lost in the past
a great empty darkness
that will forever last

But I still remember that day we met
and that's all that matters
today