Nothing is said, br The question is asked br And the Past br Has a hundred meanings, br None of them lasts br Only until I, the creator, br Become the Past... br br What I am told br Has no influence on the truth, br What I believe is the matter br When no fact is plain, br Proving any more or less real, br That it really happened br The way I am always altered br And now the question remains: br What can I say? br There is no other to confer! ... br br If two people see the same thing, br When one calls it Blue br And the other Yellow, br It could be either one br But who knows, br Who can clearly sees the real color? br Only time will tell br And when the truth is revealed, br It would be too late for you to know br For you have become the Past...