It is already five o’clock.
Our hands are still passionately locked.
Not wanting to let go,
“It is time to leave”… but I said no.
Wrapped around in each other’s fingers,
we agreed to stay a little longer.
We caressed each other tighter,
with the smell of our scent that lingers.
One day, my love, we’ll no longer have to say good bye—
Only good night.