• Don’t change, my dear.
    Keep your eyes bright and innocent,
    your golden-brown hair short,
    with a smile carved in stone.
    Go back to when your heart was carefree,
    back, before you realized you were lonely.

    I don’t want this nostalgia to last forever.
    No,
    instead let me live in this memory
    I won’t move forward, I’ll stay with you.
    Please, don’t change, my dear.

    Don’t be like autumn
    as it plays its sweet song of death;
    turn the trees to twilight.
    Gold, amber, crimson red
    paint the earth in shades of sunset.

    How is it one can be so beautiful
    as it dies?
    Beautiful but terrible,
    which is why I am begging you, my dear
    Do not let time carry you down its raging river.
    Stay young forever, my dear.