Us and us, healing and depression, a black heart, a red heart.
The color of the heart is the color of the things I see, but I can't see the color.
The eyes did not hold back the urge to burst into tears. The moment the last word fell, the dam broke.
I wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes and drive away the haze in her eyes, but there was no chance for any of this.
Intention: Fate is not the best arrangement, but not accepting fate is.