Under the dark sky,
Barely anything can be seen
But it was easy to fly,
With our large shadow wings
Overlooking those lights,
It was difficult to see
What goes on in those eyes
And what he thinks of me.
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Residuum
Storie d'amoreEventually, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes memories. These memories become hazy and dissipate over time. But back when these memories were the present, the emotions I felt formed words, and these...
