When the Moon is splashing silver on the Morning’s face
Silhouettes of final thoughts begin to glow.
I decide that for the sake of all those happy days
I have to go.
I am leaving not because I am tired of endless run,
Not because my Love has failed from head to toe,
But there’s nothing to expect when all is said and done,
So I will go. (Good bye, my Love, I’ll go.)
I’ll be faithful to the tales you told me,
I’ll remember every word that you have said.
Not the angry silly words,
Or the jealousy rewards,
But the gentle kiss of hearts in time they cared.
There’s no love or hate between us, passion walked away,
Seeds of hope that we have planted, failed to grow,
So, before the Sun will light another boring day,
I’d rather go……. I have to go.