You are the crescent moon, and I am the stars. Drawn together, we accompany each other through the years. Brilliant as the Milky Way, yet divided by two shores. Fortunate to meet again, our hearts stir in quiet affection.
You are the rose, and I am the lost butterfly. Cherishing one another by the petals, we accompany each other through the years. A sea of flowers, a single glance, and I am captivated. The flower's heart is crushed, and the lost butterfly falls.
Can a long, long wait really earn a whole heart? Can companionship that comes too late still make a difference? Longing for family ruined the happiness they once had. What meaning is there in apologizing, or refusing to?
How many years will it take to heal shadows deep as an abyss? The past we cannot escape clings like countless demons, as we gradually fall apart under the weight of our own uncontrollable emotions.
Will you try to open your heart, frozen for so long, and make a tiny space for my shadow? I'll let it thaw slowly, until it melts.
Time fills the years, and beauty adorns the future. We watch the world's vicissitudes from afar, caring nothing for whether the road ahead is auspicious or ill-fated. Fortunate to walk together, we will not waste these years.
