Flamma sub umbra latet, sed cor tamen ardet in illo;
Silva silet, ventus murmura sola refert.
Tempus fugit, sed verba manent in luce fideli—
Et tua vox, tenuis, nocte canora fluit.

A flame hides beneath shadow, yet the heart still burns there;
The forest is silent, only the wind returns whispers.
Time flees, but words remain in faithful light—
And your voice, delicate, flows melodiously through night.