What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others, and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laugher echoed,
Under cerulean skies.
Thus the curtain closes on another tale.
An eternity has passed...
Fleeting dreams fade into the distance...
All that is left now
Is me and my memories...
But, I'm sure we'll meet again,
Someday, you and I..
Another place, another time...
It's just that we might not realize
That you are you and I am me..
Let us open the door to great unknown,
Come across another reality,
And live another day..
Even then the story has been told,
Life goes on..
Until we meet again,
Take care of yourself, my friend..
Президент Города
