Cry.
Cry, so I know you're here;
so I can wipe your tears,
and let you know
that everything,
the burning in my chest,
your tears,
the noise in your head,
everything
is okay.

I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
I'm sorry.

Cuando yo muero,
yo muero.
No habrá más
que la vida que tengo

Pero no vivo mi vida
porque el tiempo
constantemente pasa,
mientras yo fallo el momento.

Qué, de repente, es el presente
hace un momentito, había sido el futuro
y más temprano que tarde,
el entero de mi vida se hunde en el pasado.

“¿Dónde fuiste? ¿Dónde vas?”
Con desesperanza, yo grito
hacia aquel agujero ***** del tiempo.
“Estoy aquí, contigo” responde el momento.

Ahora estoy bajo del agua,
no sé cuánto lleva yo he estado aquí,
mientras el presente está arriba,
mi vida no espera para mí.

When I die,
I die.
There will not be more
than the life that I have.

But I don't live my life
because the time
constantly passes
while I miss the moment.

What, suddenly, is the present
a moment ago, had been the
future
and sooner than later,
my whole life drowns in the
past.

"Where did you go? Where are you going?"
With hopelessness, I scream
towards that black hole of time.
"I am here, with you" responds the
moment.

Now I am under the water,
I do not know how long I have been here,
while the present is above,
Life does not wait for me.

The echoes of our laughter,
our love,
hit me as
your eyes flicker,
waver,
shift to the side.
You don't want to leave, but you're gone.