Whilst our laughter echoed
under those cerulean skies,
the fogs of destiny turned.
What was the start of all this,
when did the cogs of fate begin to twist?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
But one can only question the turns of fate.
But, for a certainty, back then,
I loved so infinitely, yet hated nothing,
We hurt each other and were hurt ourselves
Yet even then we ran like the wind.


Have faith in tomorrow, and live it your way
This surely is the springtime of our lives.