Even when the colors fade,
Even when the love diminishes,
Black and white were still made,
And the beginner of love never finishes.
When the white is bright,
When the black is dark,
We see a never-ending light,
Among nights\' keen bark.
Life is made for traveling,
And love will never end,
Our lives are finally unraveling,
And broken hearts now start to mend
When we humans start to doubt,
That we won\'t see their stars,
We remember what it\'s truly about,
And that the stars we see are ours.