My world looks beautiful on the outside, but inside it is wrapped in darkness made of despair.
You wanted to pry open a crack in this exterior to look inside, so the perfection I tried so hard to pretend was slightly broken.
Then something sprinkled down, trying to wake up the real me.
At that time, I saw light for the first time in the endless night.
The first time I was touched, by you.
Baldr, the god of light, fell during Ragnarok.
If I had never seen this light, I would not be sad when my world once again fell into the dead darkness.
I won't hate, complain, think, or read.
To love.
If by a miracle I could see you again, I would hold your hand.
Never let go again.
I love you, please come to life, okay?
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