El ojo de la tormenta

And I was flying through the dark night... holding on to my blue glider, within the storm but dreaming of happiness...

...while you were spending your time, shooting at me, breaking your promise, and betraying the only thing that I asked you to protect.

But now I'm walking on the ground... hoping someday I'll find the one who will be holding my hand in the moment of sadness and loss.

Therefore, I remember you every single day.