Why is that?
Hesitating in the uncertain world, constantly repeating sadness. And continue to indulge in happiness. The afterimage of fate suddenly tilted into a lonely straight line. The setting sun on the horizon struggled to turn its last strength into afterglow and dispersed. The fleeting beauty reminded her of that person's blurry face and low, familiar voice. Hoarse, almost deafening. Like the delicate past in the world of mortals, there are so many mistakes that you can't guard against.
His eyes looked like those in the early morning of winter, mixed with pain and complexity, like ice shards hitting his chest deeply, making him feel cold.
It shouldn't be like this.
She was curled up tightly in the blizzard that swallowed up the universe. The body that gradually lost its temperature could not feel a trace of life, and was as cold as him. She was immersed in those beautiful memories
, a lonely smile spread out from the corners of his lips. It turns out that everything we once had has been sleeping in the chaos and hesitation of the long passage of time. In the end, it is like a crashed meteor, forever unclear.
There is still faint light.
The first light from the bottom of my heart.
Unreservedly, illuminate the insignificant darkness. The despair of separation analysis ceases to exist.
It is your tenderness.
I'm hopeless, Optimus Prime.