A man said to the Universe, “Sir, I exist.”
“However,” replied the Universe, “That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.”

“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”

i know you try your hardest to give me what i need;
you show me where your heart is; mine needs time to breathe
it may not broken, but it's far from fine...
the sweetest words you've spoken will help it mend in time...