Even the number of the
billions of the heartbeats,
To you, is a trifle no more than the blinking
of a tearful eye.
Although I'm trapped in the past,
And lamenting at the future,
I must not allow myself even a dust-sized miscalculation.
We have been given the theory and the
right to brag proud about,
Both our "infinitely" expanding dream
And sketched out future.
The two hands of the clock point out
The "finite" factor.
Now I head towards a cruel and harsh
Choice and fate, hacking to the gate-
For that reason, at this very moment,
In the interval of a second,
I wanna cross the world lines
and protect your precious smile.
Once again, into another time loop,
Devoid of pain and misery,
I will be swallowed up,
as a lonely observer.