In the night of the best day of our lives
We stood on top of the mountain, gleaming like luminous knights
Feeling the northern kiss, sleeping under the ship of night
And gazed at heaven's candle with all its glory as it stops showing its light
All of the memories are well kept and reside in our hearts
Locked in there for eternity for it is delicate like a stack of cards
And we, the makers, promised to never be apart and not be fragile as jars
For we are responsible for keeping our well kept pristine stars.
