A gentle story of two lovers young,
Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,
And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung
Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow
The lore of truth from such a tale?
Or in this world’s deserted vale,
Do ye not see a star of gladness
Pierce the shadows of its sadness,--
When ye are cold, that love is a light sent]
From Heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent?
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for-
Just some stretch of mortal time?
Or some god's experiment
In which we have no say-
In which we're given paradise,
But only for a day...
—Aida & Radames, Aida (Elton John)
This is difficult. Your times are so far apart that the distance makes people despair.
If you want to meet again, two miracles must occur; One must wait continuously, one must pursue endlessly.
They must realise that it is impossible to succeed, yet at the same time be capable of enduring patiently.
Is that... the story of a dream that shouldn't be waited upon?
But, whether this thing is right or wrong is another topic altogether. Arturia. The era is changing alongside the people, the only one who's still like that time is you.
A dream is only beautiful because it is a dream. But for you, you would probably be happier slumbering as if dead.
