Seasons

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Golden colors of the leaves making a trail to our forever now. 
How I miss the old times...
Somedays we were allies the other we are enemies. 
That was our young love.

Snowdrops started to grow during that day. 
I made our melodies become into colorless echoes. 
I promised to never let your eyes turn into oceans, yet that day not only did it turned into oceans. 
But, a whole hurricane occurred. 
I never forgave myself for that day. 
Years of our young love had been turned. 
All of its beauty was gone. 
Sometimes I ask myself, "What could I have done differently?"
Guess, that's another story to be told in another life where we can be together.

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