Luís de Camões - Time

Time changes, and our desires change. What we believe, even what we are, is ever-changing. The world is change, which forever takes on new qualities. And constantly, we see the new and the novel overturning the past. Unexpectedly, while we retain from evil, nothing. But it's terrible pain. From good, if there's been any, only the yearning. Time covers the ground with your cloak of green, where once there was freezing snow, and rearranges my sweetest songs to sad laments. Yet. Even more astonishing, is yet another unseen change, within all these endless changes, that for me, nothing ever changes anymore.