A Mistaken Fate: When Will the Turmoil End?

[Republican era + patriotism + bittersweet, unresolved love]

Smoke and flames sweep across the land beneath a darkening sky; in these troubled times, love cannot last.

We once vowed to stand together through every season, but gunfire and flying bullets scattered us, each bearing our own sorrow.

The vow still lingers, though one of us must leave; all we can do is lament that we were never meant to stay together.

May you break through every barrier on the road ahead. When the smoke of war has cleared, may we meet again and speak of joy.