If it has to happen, let it happen now,
let the world end while I am somewhat satisfied,
oh, wheel of fortune, let me die in her arms,
vaccinated and placated, no longer reachable by reality,
end my life, while I can still hear the harmony of our heartbeats.
Meeting her in my dreams each night,
holding her in my heart, and my arms as I recover,
alleviates the boring torture of days without her.
Internally, I am eternally hers,
relentlessly ready for the end,
if I can end it all as her lover.
