It has been said true love cannot last forever, and
it begins and ends, like cleaning off an eternal slate,
But for me, it can't, it won't,
For I am twenty years too late.
His hair, his lips, his eyes, his smile, are stone arrows
Pointing me to my fate
But even the strongest stone is shattered by reality,
For I am twenty years too late.
Uncontrollable passion, empty tears, broken hearts
Is my story to accentuale,
But it is of a dream that cannot be,
For I am twenty years too late.
The passion cannot be hidden, it cannot disappear,
It cannot be trapped as if locked in a crate,
But the longing feelings seem to be for haste
For it seems I am twenty years too late.
Twenty years of pain, twenty years of torture,
Seems the penalty for being late.
But the passion cannot, it will never end,
For another twenty years will I wait.