
Is there really that kind of forever, forever unchanging, the beauty we’ve once embraced never shattered

Is there really that kind of tear that can wash away remorse, transform into a rainstorm falling on a street I can’t return to

Is there really that kind of world, where the sky never goes dark, the stars and sun and everything listens to my commands

Is there really that kind of bookmark that can stop on that day, at that most innocent, smiling face and that most beautiful year