Pure x TOM COLAUX Watch x Limited Edition

The passing time,
the time we lost,
the time we dreamed
of the one we loved,

gone, inconsolable,
in the tenderness of wounded hearts,
the flowers we sowed
finally bloom.

When suddenly
hope begins to crease,
the astonishment
of seeing the lily rise

in patience
left unsavoured,

escaping
along the roadside.

To think that fate
will fulfil us,
whatever may come.

With my ten fingers,
I caress
your delicate cheeks.

How beautiful it is,
through your arrival,
to wait for time,

the time of everything,
the time of nothing,
time
that shows us
the way.

I, who pass away
and fade
into the innocence
of those fulfilled.

That unsettles
and overturns
my destiny,

I will catch
the seconds,
the minutes
and every hour
for dreaming.