You are my age when you were born,
But you're too bright to be forlon.
The world's still there for you to see;
You are my light to history.
You are so gentle and so sweet,
You shape the place where hearts can meet.
So please accept my humble plea
Not to mess with melancholy.
For me the stars guide but for you
The morning leads to what you view.
Your timeless dew evokes the day
That makes all darkness fade away.