This is off of the video game, Chrono Cross

What was the start of all this?
when did the gogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp the answer now,
from deep within the flow of time...

But, for a certainty back then,
we loved so many, yet hated so much.
We hurt others, and were hurt ourselves...

Yet, even then, we ran like the wind,
whilst our laughter echoed,
under cerulean skies.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 340 AF.