Forget to remember me,

when snow covers all that you can see.

And this hour that pulls you to the edge,

to the other side of eternity’s ledge.

Forget to remember me,

Love to hate,

when everything for us is too late.

If you love something that isn’t true,

then nothing is left for me and you.

So love to hate,

Hurry slowly,

to new victories, step over me.

No matter how deep the pain you feel,

it will be better once you leave it real.

And hurry slowly,

into a brand new life

Love to hate,

forget to remember—

for us, it’s too late.