I never know what the future brings but I know you're here with me now. We'll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with... And if I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed? Then why does your name resound in my head? I don't know life so far away but I know that it's just a trip. We'll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with and I wish that you could be the one I die with and I'm praying you're the one I've build my home with. I hope I love you all my life cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away and I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right. And though I can't be with you tonight, you know my heart is by your side.
« et à ce moment-là, c'est venu... quelque chose d'unique... qui ne reviendra plus jamais de cette façon, une sensation d'une telle violence qu'encore maintenant, après tant de temps écoulé, quand amoindrie, en partie effacée elle me revient, j'éprouve... mais quoi ? quel mot peut s'en saisir ? pas le mot à tout dire : «bonheur», qui se présente le premier, non pas lui... « félicité », « exaltation », sont trop laids, qu'ils n'y touchent pas... et « extase »... comme devant ce mot ce qui est là se rétracte... « Joie », oui, peut-être... ce petit mot modeste, tout simple, peut effleurer sans grand danger... mais il n'est pas capable de recueillir ce qui m'emplit, me déborde, s'épand, va se perdre... »
I don't see why Great Wall of China would be more beautiful than your eyes. Nor what Christ the Redeemer, in Rio de Janeiro, would have of more amazing than your body against mine. I don't see either what the Machu Picchu, in Cuzco, Peru, would have of more tremendous than your heart. I don't know either why you find that Chichen Itza, in Yucatán, Mexico, is huger than your voice in my heart. Nor why you find the Petra, in Arabah, Jordan, more radiant than your gaze starring at me. No, the Colosseum, in Roma, Italy, is not as orinal as your hand in mine. And the Taj Mahal, in Agra, India, is not as grandiose as your pecks. So, no, sorry, the New Seven Wonders of the World are nothing compared with you, you and me.