In the morning light, we chase our dreams,
Life’s a fleeting dance in sunlit streams.
Death’s not an end, but a gentle bow,
A silent pause in our sacred vow.

Life's a flame that flickers bright,
Burning fiercely through the night.
Death’s the dusk that cools the fire,
A soft embrace, our last desire.

We carve our names in fleeting sand,
Life’s a journey, hand in hand.
Death’s the tide that takes us wide,
To where our echoes softly glide