We are the fire that burn inside all lovers.
We are astronauts diving into the infinite.
Our love was made by the stars.
And written into the cosmos.

We are the inevitable consequence of time itself.
A perfect mixture of life and death.
Of paradise and hell.
We were designed to be who we are.
Because I am chaos and you are Infinite.

And when time crumble into itself.
We will be there to watch the end of everything.
That were, is and will be.
Because time is not for those that love.