The night shouldn’t be that lovely,
when the scene before her eyes painted the opposite picture.
The talking space was narrow enough to contain breaths and heartbeats,
emotions and feelings, but the density of the words was high.
It had a solid truth that cannot be beaten,
nor was there room for argument.
The rain understands tears,
Cause the pain is too much for words.
She wished she knew she was in the good old days before it passed her by.
‘Please take me back to the time when life felt so pure’
The loving girl who burned out like fire,
could she gloriously return with generosity of spirit passed down by her mother again?
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