Peron: Your little body's slowly breaking down
You're losing speed you're losing strength not style
That goes on flourishing forever but your eyes your smile
Do not have the sparkle of your fantastic past
If you climb one more mountain it could be your last

Eva: I'm not that ill
Bad moments come but they go
Some days are fine
Some a little bit harder
But that doesn't mean we should give up our dream
Have you ever seen me defeated
Don't you forget what I've been through and yet
I'm still standing

Peron: Eva, you are dying.

Eva: So what happens now
Where am I going to

Peron: Don't ask anymore