Boring, boring, boring...
This is purely something I dreamed about when I was dreaming at night - -
So I put it on the screen...
The problem is that I dreamed about the beginning and the end, but in the middle I had to think about it... So hard...
Attached is a sensational poem (cough, modern poetry is bad, don't despise it)
Love and death have no ending.
For thousands of years, I have been waiting to meet you even once.
Waiting to meet the person you love most, as well as the deepest hatred and revenge.
Even if one day it will turn into ashes before your eyes.
Just because they are similar, I don't want the same situation to happen again.
There is no need for an ending, and there is no ending.
There is no need to be reluctant, because I don't want you to be sad.
Maybe you will never see me again for thousands of years from now on, but are you happy?
Conception: