This city has so many meanings, and as much as I love it, I hate it.
The emotions of youth and the self-righteous persistence have been worn away after a long time, settling into fine sand that cannot be grasped.
Only the past me and the present you are left looking at each other silently across a distant timeline.
You can't understand my persistence, and I can't find your dream.
After all the pain and suffering had been patiently dried by time, I suddenly discovered it.
We have long been twisted together by our flesh and blood into a shape where no one can live without the other.