Flowers will grow from the beds of my soul again,
and they will bloom the prettiest out of all that has.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,
but soon.
And by then I will have learned the lesson to stop picking them for anyone,
lest of all for people like you.

Maybe in a parallel universe
Maybe in a different city
Maybe with different identities
Maybe in a different infinity
I swear we're meant to be together
Our hands will forever be intertwined
Believe me when I say that destiny is still on our side
Just not in this weather
Not in this tide
Maybe not today
But maybe in another lifetime