Excerpt from "Quartet" by Vanishing Binnie.
The cold and tender love, the sharp but melancholy urban fable, this is the hand of mercy extended by words, the meditation against the darkness, this is the cold rain that condenses the souls of all things, and this is the chaotic world.
Even if all things are compassionate, they cannot awaken all the living souls who feel lost.
Great book, highly recommended.
Intention: All the evils in the past, now I miss all the good things in the past and miss old feelings