Já passou.

Sexta-feira já passou.
Foi rápido... duas semanas, já passaram desde então
Mas já passou...
Agora que faço?


Oh, I only felt happy when time was rushing against me. When the speed of light was running right through... and around me. I felt like I was in the center of the world, sorrounded by warmth and embraced by you. Now... as the day starts to mingle and the night starts to grow, the time to say goodbye approaches... I saw the speed of light again, on the way back. But this time, a drop of water spread in the middle from both partys, sealing the violent delight with no violent end, creating the day of reencounterment.

"I might not be the right one... It might not be the right time...
But there's something about us I have to do... Some kind of secret I will share with you."