You dream of being the main character of your life
And I was surrounded by the faces of my past and you were surrounded by the future out of your reach
Like a violin concerto
The infinite cracks in the universe births multiverses
When will it be enough to live to die by your side
And still we are not eternal lovers
And time so weak and fragile ended yes it ended with you it ended with me
As allusive as the greatest tragedies
Ours is merely written before it is burned
Like a pregnant woman giving birth to a stillborn
The tragedy precedes the story itself
Born to die as it was