We plant dreams and goals on a futile reality.
We live on a planet love and humanity don't exist on it anymore and the Sun may not rise again one day..
So how could you plant flowers on a futile land and force the Sun to rise to let you see another day?
How could you force the one you love pick you?
How would you be able to unite human beings, force them to hold hand by hand and walk together towards their fate?
Don't you know we are powerless? Don't you know we were born to die?
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