vicious cycles

Two gazes crossing in time

Childhood etched in a moment

Hands that almost touch in the wind

Destiny writes without asking

Crooked lines that come back together

But always fighting against the fear

Always running from the secret

Vicious cycles

The two of us

We always come back afterwards

Torn letters

Promises in the air

Every reunion is a new beginning

But the past insists on weighing us down

The future whispers

It wants to persist

But the present insists on dividing us

But always fighting against the fear

Always running from the secret

Vicious cycles

The two of us

We always come back afterwards