Longing
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When did we grow up? Where has the time gone by? Too quickly, too sudden… We were wishing to grow up, Now realizing that we want to go back… Time keeps ticking, Days keep passing… A world that never sleeps, A world that never rests… For a moment, I wish it all paused… We lingered
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If only I could rewind time, to go back and change the events that led us here… If only I could rewind time, to fix the mistakes I made along the way. If only… to have lived a different life. If only… I had found you. The days lost their meaning now, Dreams masquerading as
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I wish our hands intertwined and locked in place. That you were by my side, never letting go. Your head rested on my shoulder, and we traveled the endless path together. Where the past dangers became just a fleeting dream that we forgot. I wish you were by my side, telling me it’s going to
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Now I understand what the most difficult thing is… Do you know what’s the most difficult? The most difficult thing is returning home. Returning to your life, continuing as if nothing happened. As if the feelings never existed—as if they belonged to different worlds. Never to see. Never to hear. That’s the most difficult thing.
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For the future we always wanted and dream of, may it shine as brightly and hopefully as your eyes. The eyes that see past my mask, the eyes that pierce the depths of my heart. The one that makes me vulnerable, willing to sacrifice everything. The path that we both desperately seek, may it converge
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The seeds planted long ago, Thoughts that linger deep after dark… An Unforgettable desire to taste, Now the uncertainty must finally bear fruit. The flowers rose and blossomed In the darkest corners of the world. The sapling grew and bloomed, Now take a bite out of the forbidden fruit. The witch dances with the fruit,
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Distant on the horizon, way above the stars Across the galaxy and the unknown universe… A world of our dream may still yet exist, Living the life that we yearned for, daring yet to dream… What if the strings of fate had woven differently, And our dreams remained whole—unbroken by fate? A path that never
Fading Waves 