Cerulean skies.

What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now...
From deep within the flow of time...

But, for a certainty, back then..
We loved so many, yet hated so much
We hurt others and we were hurt ourselves..

Yet even then, we ran like the wind..
Whilst our laugther echoed,
Under cerulean skies...


-poema de apertura de Chrono cross, puse la cancion en el blog, pero recomiendo seriamente que la evan aca-