Seems like it was yesterday.

Yesterday, yes, that was the day.

All I wish is to be with you, until the end.

Two arms wrestling, no arms bend,

the way we did, since we first met.

The past? That, I won't regret.

I wanna fall in you again,

Arms wide open,

repair the broken.

From all the characters, you are the main,

A theatre full of puppets,

who am I? One of the quintuplets.

Everytime a reunion is born,

I return,

To the days we were lovers.

His half he recovers.

A string that unites us

A string that draws us.

I can die in my dreams,

you are always there.

I don't want you in my dreams, I want you here.

There is no future, at least, so it seems.

The past gives birth to present,
The present is in the future.
The future is the past.