That's the forgotten soul
Waiting crazily while juxtaposing the passage of time...
That is a longing that is not allowed to be realized
While thinking about it, I also recall the pain that I cannot regret...
That's the same conflict
An encounter that was already destined to pass away...
That's a hidden curse
Embracing the illusory reality and dancing on the earth...
That is the flower that blooms at the end of cause and effect
The other side that seems to be the end is the source of everything...
The sight wavering between the balanced slits
The eleventh boundary