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The past is like wind
Blowing across each other's vows;
The smoke of war,
Looking at you in the distance.
Leaving step by step,
Let the tears fall from the corners of your eyes;
Dropping at this moment,
Endless spread.
That would be my love,
There is the beginning of the end;
the scattering of flowers,
The blessing is to you and me.
Close your eyes,
Lost track of time;
sunk to the bottom of the sea,
our love.
Conception: