The end of earth,
the wind grow cold,
fire flames die,
as well as our souls.
One fine, one die,
that's the way it's like,
maybe it'll change,
maybe it won't.
We can't stop it,
it's not our way,
we can stay together,
if we fly away.
The end seeks us,
one last time,
as we kept hold,
it'll be fine.
we won't be far,
but we won't be near,
we'll meet again,
that's for sure.
The end of time,
the end of everything,
hold tight to me,
the light is near.
We'll go on,
continue as we,
we're now free,
as you're with me.
- Wen junhui
End
Just a short chapter cause I'm not going to update again for a long time. Yeah I get that poetry is boring, but I like it. So hope y'all like it too. And I might do a minghao version next. So yeah thanks byee ( I'm awkward as hell geez)
