The whisk has been lonely for thousands of years,
Spider webs tangled in my fingertips.
A lifetime of love,
Two lifetimes of obsession.
They told me: If I sow the roots of love with you, it will bear evil consequences.
Do you believe it?
No.
I just believe,
You gaze into my eyes with gentleness.
However, the nightmare came true.
The gentleness of the past has become a poisonous snake of today,
The oath of life and eternity,
reduced to a joke in your hands,
Love turns into sorrow, love turns into resentment,
Beneath the mountains and rivers of blood,
Not only the bones were buried, but also a crush of love.
There is no escape, love is empty,
After all the changes,
Who still remembers?
Who is it for whom?
Thousands of years wasted?