We've slipped from our orbit, a tangle of fire,

Behind us, just ashes, the ghost of our ship.

Your gaze is a planet in strangers' mirrors,

Where time is a river that forgets how to flow…

We are shadows that drown in the fracture of orbits,

Yet in every collapse, a new motif is born.

And though the universe groans in the gloom—

You are my pulse in this infinite game.

So let us move through the dark, through the blizzards of planets,

Through whirlwinds of alien gravities, through the years.

We'll travel this path in the desert of stars,

Where we are just light, just a glimmer from dreams.

And even if in the last gleam of a supernova's light,

The traces of all our past losses dissolve,

Within our hearts—our code, our secret, our light—

It burns on forever in infinite space.

We are shadows that drown in the fracture of orbits,

Yet in every collapse, a new motif is born.

And though the universe groans in the gloom—

You are my pulse in this infinite game.

And if someday a ship from some faraway time

Should catch our faint trace in the interstellar dust,

Let them know—that love is the eternal breakthrough

Through time, where light is suspended, a moment held fast.

And let the great captains of ages to come,

Read our faint trail through the highways of space…