The Golden Lion.
Probably a lioness. Maybe a tigress. My money is on a lioness.
Is what we think is our present life a past life ? Memory is a past life.
The universe seems on a mission to ping my memory banks. The first time I saw your face. And there’s a joke in there about women who play with balls.
Tempus Fugit. Or does it ?
If I knew you in a past life.