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Escorted by melody of dusk, I came to you. My soul sang along the road.
Honestly Yun, I didn’t know how or why I could always have this guts. Even though everything has changed, the painting, the dweller, or maybe the meaning of “longing” itself to me?
And me, I became so old, and too decrepit , I’m trying to understand the meaning of fate, our fate. But no matter what I always come to you, crawling on my hands and knees…. finding you in memories.
Yun, months has been passed as I lighted up the candles in my memory’s grave, which I dig and swallowed by my self. So, that everything cud disappear… but it’s useless, because that love will never die, even if the candles that I lighted up is off.