One love, 1, 2, 3, 4

The time of a love,
one, two, three, four,
My lucky number is outdated.

Is it finished?,
time to love
with modesty
And that's not counting anything else?

I don't know what to do
of all these words
that hurt my heart
and all my bones.

But I can't believe it
that love is no longer there
when hope appears
and points the finger at us.