The gale the never ends is the music in our souls, let us play:
To the Sunset,
May your heart never falter.
Weak as you are, you are strong. The tears you constantly shed are the sheilds that protect you. With each tear a new shell of armor shall encave your heart. Each gaze you let see these tears gains a passage down your wishing road. There we shall gather merrily.
Just keep thinking you're weak. There is no hurry to see and show. We are willing to protect even if you falter in the end. Let our strings lift you up and float on once more, carrying your love melody far from here to the one you love. We shall eat the sour apples and leave you sweet as can be as you blossom further.
Dear Sunset,
May your heart bloom.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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