How can we

You spin silver thread, like remembrance of me
And then my head is ringing, it rings
I loved the mornings, whose freezing feeling awoke me to be careful
This can't go on like this
How can we let it go like this
When  life is coming to us for the last time
How can we, how will we survive
You are but don't exist, like shadow without longing
You are immortal
You the unknown
chilly mornings are faltering, I'll list best of them
There's not enough to make a book
Not even a sentence.

(Original text: "Kuinka me voimme" by JP Leppäluoto)