Sometimes, the endings of stories leave us questions
and sometimes, the endings of stories leave us dreams
O life-loving heart, that once replied and said
How many closed doors of hope are opened in time
and I still remember everything like it was today
I saw you and forgot who I was before yesterday
My heart was closed on that same old wound
The look in your eyes broke all the doors inside it
In the street where my dreams were born again
I wished to meet all that I missed
I thank the wounds without which I wouldn't be here right now
I like how at the end of one road another road begins