Memories replaced by tears. You grabbed my hand and we fell into it, like a daydream or a fever. The skyline was on fire, stained in an orange haze. Flowers were melting across the sky. You wanted to hear my heart, where our loves colide. I said: "Kiss me, you're beautiful... These are truly our last days because this seems so unreal, seems like the love we have comes from some secret window inside our minds or souls." That was the time we lost our way... O Góis.