I can't see anymore, my dear. All I can see is nothing but fear. From days when we are filled with glee, What if someday our love fails to be? Trust me when I say this, This is not the last. If our love must end now, I can do nothing but bow. But will fate be kind, Or will it keep a sorrow eye? Will tomorrow grant peace of mind, Or watch our distant hopes drift by? As the poem sings true, My heart will always belong to you. If our love can no longer go further, Let me then send my final letter.