A Beautiful Mirage

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.