Night is not afraid anymore,
when the vein of heart disappeared.
I am still pacify and perilous
walking alone
on the darken night.
Is that pathway still left the footprints
we had walked once?
The limpid light fallen on my
glomming heart.
I flinching on reddish wounded,
lurking on my reticences.
I watching the road
vaguely conscious.
I knew our story is ending.
Story is ending.
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