Sing for me, my love, beneath the dying sky,
Of stars that lost their will to shine, then quietly learned to die.
Let violins weep where the heavens descend,
For music remembers what time cannot mend.

If my final note fades with the light,
Let my song haunt your dreams each night.
For what is love but a beautiful pain,
A flower that blooms just to wither in rain?

So live, my love, let the world set you free,
Forget the girl you once knew in me.
But if a sad melody brings tears to your eyes,
Know that somewhere, my ghost still cries.

I never feared death or the endless night,
Nor the loss of the stars or the death of their light.
I feared only this, as my final moments flew:
That I'd die loving you, while you lived forgetting me too.