The purpose of the present is to turn the past into a
history that can control the future. 
What happens if the past is full if mirages?
As i thought it was getting closer, it disappeared.
It was a trick of light; the light of hope.
Now I've learned to believe in the truth that I wished to be
a lie,
the coinsedence i thought to be fate.
What's next?

It wasn't love, but a misunderstanding,
a sunny dream that won't change the rainy morning.
How I hate to wake up,
time still moves on...
No, I don't cry.
And i won't, because...
you won't be there to stop me.