Some expect everything. Some expect nothing. And at the end of the day we all look at the same world - just with different colours in mind.

I kept on hoping while the world forgot our love.

We can not all love in the same way -for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the world has too much already.

I am not more than a second full of love in a world who seeks the truth. Not more than a moment, who carries even the greatest of lies (for you)only to be all that remains in the end.