I walk along the stones in the cemetery
I glance and read and count the years
Most of them grew old, as far as I can see
But then there are also others I myself survived
What were their dreams, how was their destiny?
How did they see life, how did they see ¥ death?
How many became false with will and wit?
And how many perished for what was right?
Time to live, day to die
Time to sow your own seed
Time heals no wounds
The deed must always last
They say that love touches life
And that man is love you take for granted
But, friend, I still ask you tonight :
Is it possible to love someone more than yourself?
Time to live, time to die
Time to see your own early
Time heals no wounds
The deed must always last