If I were to live my life all over again,
I will not ask for more,
but for less.
I will ask that some years in my life shall be taken away
--those I spent without you.
Of the years in my life. . . how many have gone to waste?
How many have been put to better use?
No one can tell for certain.
But sure there were those not worth living,
and, there were those worth dying for,
the moments I spent with you.