Time will pass by,

The scenes will change,

But after all,

This is still the same sky.

Like paradoxes.

Like history that never dies.

For us, for our eyes,

The stars will still shine.

We are spaces left blank,

Wrapped in scars.

Our fates are in our hands,

Not in our stars.

Maybe our paths,

Were always meant to cross.

We are what we love,

Not what we've lost.