Only a thousand years
Still whirling
It's not just you and me who can't let go
The craziness of those years, the dreams of those years, the fragility of those years,
In the end, we chose to stay quiet for years to come.
Sometimes the age of love
love met
It's always been a mirror, a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.
Dedicated to everyone who has loved but let go by mistake. Every story is me.