Dear time, thou played so well!
Thou provided a hope for living,
Growing grey and old together.
Thou played so well that when the time arrived,
Everything seemed to be in the void.
Dear time, thou played so well!
Thou gave a reason to feel free,
And in no time thou condemned it.
Thou played so well that in a moment,
It felt like forever, and now it was just a moment.
Dear time, thou played so well!
Thou showed coincidences and destiny along,
But in no time the whole existence was against it.
Thou played so well that between the battle of heart and mind,
The soul gets cursed forever.
Between your games, when heaven looked down,
The surface of hell was under the feet.
At far there was a hope of light,
But darkness was already around.
Dear time, thou played so well
Now there's no difference between body and soul,
Heart and mind, feelings and emotions.
It's just still, still forever,
Hoping for pieces of heaven will defy the whole existence of hell!
Oh time! Thou played so well.
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