I’m not afraid of dying anymore. Not since I met you, and you sealed our love with a gentle kiss. Days spent frolicking and nights spent loving and all the times we just sat down and talked have taught me to see the beauty of the world. The beauty of life.

I’m not afraid of dying anymore. We watch the sun go down, setting the horizon ablaze, holding hands. Your deep, yet pleasant voice once more tells me I’m loved, and I answer by stroking your tear-wetted cheek. Above us, the stars are coming out.

I’m not afraid of dying anymore. My heart is light as we stand up and turn away from the beautiful scene. Thinking back on our short life together, I regret nothing. I push your scythe aside and kiss you, and you take me in your arms and hold me tight, and I am gone.