Each day I meet with an uncertain gloom 
Leaves me half-empty; what is wrong with us? 
Why couldn't we together lie on silent grass? 
How can we shape the life cloth weaven on the loom 

Which in itself is nothing but a dream 
Restlessly flowing down with the stream 
Winding and turning, digging deep within 
The soil of doubts and the rock unseen 

A river mingling with a brook, to be 
Yet even stronger, for us both to see 
How weak, uncertain lights can shine 
Together, bright, like fingers intertwine 

To form a true alliance: you and me 
Hands holding more than just a glass of wine 
When to our future we drink - yours and mine 
And that same river flows inside us, silently.