Our youth has become a shining star in the long river of time.
Our years have turned into sand between our fingers under the ravages of time.
Our love turned into a blooming flower under each other's betrayal.
We dedicated everything to the time of time, our most unscrupulous youth, our most wandering youth, which was lifted up by a gust of wind and covered with a thick layer of dust.
Our time is momentarily separated from our world.
It is no longer ours forever.