Continued

    Nothing will be the same as it was，

    even enjoying the same things

    won't be the same. Our sorrows

    will differ one from the other and we

    will differ one from the other in our worries.

    And nothing will be the same as it was，

    nothing at all. Simple thoughts will sound

    different， newer， since they'll be more simply， more newly

    spoken. The heart will know how to open up and love

    won't be love anymore. Everything will change.

    Nothing will be the same as it was

    and that too will be new somehow， since after all，

    before， things could be similar： morning，

    the rest of the day， evening and night， but not now.