Has anyone ever said that magic brings more than just Cinderella's glass slippers and golden carriage?
Has anyone seen the looming fear lurking in the lines of fate?
When all this erupted like a tidal wave,
What I see is your pure amber eyes like an angel.
Not all scars can be healed as gently as drawing a five-pointed star.
If you remember the promise that is gradually fading
If you can forget that the light-colored pupils belong to the side of annihilation
If it were the beginning, there was no beginning