I'm looking inside for The particles of my past Putting all together To compose a neat contrast
And now, in the middle I have found what ever lasts Blowing like spring air Is the love which brings a blast
I feel my prior time Like a pantomime In which what is prime Never comes again
Meanwhile your living Is going on
Love I hate discovered In the core of human frame Where all is always changing Love is every time the same It's the force of past to Give me the impulse win the game At the end of my way Love cleans all my harshest blames away
I feel my prior time As if was a crime In which I think I'm Who feels and gives pain