Holding til the end; fear of getting attached, my way is to be free. Hear the voice of your trumpet, feeling the grip of your heart beating, makes it hard to let go.
Reaching for an end only to end up being the beginning of a love that I never imagined. So, we're here, let us use this fresh journey to a tight and happy one this time.
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I would like to translate this poem
Two little verses made a masterpiece!