The Gods envy us. They envy us, because we're mortal. Because any moment might be our last.
Everything's more beautiful because we're doomed.You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
So what if it hurts me? So what it I break down? So what if this world just throws me off the edge, my feet run out of ground... don't care about all this pain in front of me, just tryin to be happy.