They say the mystery of love runs deeper than the mystery of death,
and it seems this world could not stop their paths colliding,
The same world that could not let us continue,
For reasons it will not tell,
Only in riddles that it whispers
'In guilt � in passion � in caring � in love - in death'
'Peace will find you here'
Do not question us,
Do not grieve for us,
Do not remember us,
Our tragedy, born from our innocence,
is no fairy tale, no grim reminder, no pleasing parable
It makes no sense
We hate this as much as you do
Just have faith
The paths of love will run even through death
Peace will find us here.
