Dunno what to say for now, talk again later. b.

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Not all dreams are in time to be fulfilled
Not all words are in time to be told
Regrets is always deeply engrained in hearts after separation
Despite that they have said
All things in this world are in the end futile

I do not intend to miss it
Yet I always have
Having missed the flowering end yesterday
Once again
I miss today

Today we will reenact the same ritual of separation
For the rest of our lives we will be strangers
with you so far away
In the evening haze i give you a deep bow
please
take care for me Even though they have said
All things in this world are after all after all
futile