I'm thinking about the dark age
before I met you
In fact it was a time of innocence
An era of ignorance of myself
The epoch of a retarded childhood
I didn't know for so long!
I didn't see for so many years!
Time have been cruel to me
I was an instrument for others to grow
keeping myself in a constant hypnosis
Perhaps we meant to be together
so little and so late
because for us the blooming was easy
our bond fastened immediately, no delays
beautiful butterflies our moments were
created to live a whole life in only one day
Everything in time is a matter
of measuring scale in the end
Just like a small spot on a map can
represent kilometers of landscape
wonderful magical labyrinths of woods
which no one has ever explored
Perhaps everything is a matter
of growth gradient
our function was exponential
our lives are reaching a climax
after we rose beyond the unit's value
