A smile from the past

We rush for the future

As if were a train,

As if it were a lottery ticket

Or a castle to live in,

 

It is a castle

Which is sometimes built on air,

On pillars of clouds,

 

There's no other way

But believe

 

We will have places and people to remember,

 

No other way to believe

There's a molecule of the future

Even in the past.