Cries - dying of the twentieth century A.D. there is not a beginning and there is not an end as these feelings, this blood, these tears and these strains shall trickle forever, they already breathed centuries ago, in others' eyes and in others' hearts, in other landscapes and in kisses lost.. many died, like Romeo and Werther, still nowadays they die, and many shall die as long as the moon glitters in the sky.. our names writhed and whispered, carved upon trees, spoken by many lips or forgotten as life expires, but this makes no worth.. time is nothing.. what is worth existing is to live the depth of each beautiful moment, each second... this moment won't return, nevermore.. and the past is past forever.. the deepest moment is worth a life.. all the rest is death..