||when i wanted beauty i took cold water from silver|
rivers into my mouth, i woke up to watch the violet
skies of a new day's sunrise, i gazed upon the life alight
in a young child's eyes, but i only had to call your name.
i am too dumb and too slow a hunter to have caught the
fleeting beauty i sought, but all the time i spent chasing,
you were there waiting for me to stumble into a love
so big it that it would take both of our hearts to hold it.
a love that we know will go on after the end of time;
when humanity is gone, (and you've become a ghost, and
i've become a robot) even though i can't touch or smell
you, your beauty will remain, as will our love and when we
talk about this you tell me all the
other robots will make
fun of me: "OOOOOH, A GHOST HAS A CRUSH ON KII-IIRK BLEEP-BEEP BEEP !"
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien