era un tiempo en el que miraba al futuro con más esperanza que miedo.

You broke all your promises, and now you’re back, you don’t get to get me back
and, who do you think you are? Running round leaving scars.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.