Your white black is now immortal,
Simple but happy I enjoy.
Though only the dark will come.
Still calm I stood for a moment though alone.
Color is nothing.
Sufficiently perfect for a story.
Until I choose to leave, until the end of an old love story.
Goodbye my heart that singing miserably,
Laugh, happy because the twilight I enjoy now goes without being wounded. Photo by:
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