The affairs of the world drift on like flowing water; in the end, life is but a fleeting dream...
If I had never met you in this life, would my life have been different? Would I have avoided reaching this point?
But I have never regretted it.
People... why can we not be as free as the lonely clouds scattered across the sky, wandering wherever the wind takes us?
Bound by the shackles of fate,
yet unable to give up this love,
like moths throwing themselves into a flame, plunging in without a second thought.
My heart... wanders aimlessly through this blood-soaked life,
unable to find the slightest comfort,
yet unable to break free from this life.
All I can do is huddle in a dark corner, alone, tasting the pain that will not fade.
