I hope that you feel the same thing when I say that you are loved, without knowing what these words mean to me.
I did a favor and passed this life, that was blindfolded roughly, without seeing you before just me.
I was scarred repeatedly, eliminated, and decided not to be. and you continue to pass it until the day comes by, when you saw the light.
I look back, see now whether or not it sleeps eternally. and my love never dies and ask so as not to cry.
We sleep, meet once again, when light comes, and when night comes.
The you I know. light that you know, and my love and also my hatred, pain and my grief, you are all told in me at night.
You are my forever light
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