of Openings and Cerulean Skies.

'What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it's impossible to grasp the answer now,
From deep whitin 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 laugh echoed,
Under cerulean skies... "

From Chrono Cross,
melhor abertura que eu já vi.