What was the start of all this
When did the cogs of fate began to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now
Froms deep within ths flow of time
But, for a certainly, back then
We loved so many, yet hated so much
We hurt others and were hurt ourseleves
Yet even, we run like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under celurean skies . . .
Un jeu, une introduction, une OST.
A jamais