Nocturne

Always I knew that it could not last

 (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying),

Now it is part of the golden past

 (Darkening skies, and the night-wind sighing);

It is but cowardice to pretend.

 Cover with ashes our love's cold crater-

Always I've known that it had to end

 Sooner or later.

Always I knew it would come like this

 (Pattering rain, and the grasses springing),

Sweeter to you is a new love's kiss

 (Flickering sunshine, and young birds singing).

Gone are the raptures that once we knew,

 Now you are finding a new joy greater-

Well, I'll be doing the same thing, too,

 Sooner or later.