Our stories, let it be the secret of universe. It was over, My Darling. It hasn't even started.

I’d led you to the horizon. The fleeting moon just appeared charmingly that reincarnated as an opium captive. For you who greets the new rope of world, let self knites the longing until there’s no one find you huddle in the misery of life. I won’t let you suffering, I won’t. I’m not strong enough to see you weeding the speechless. Let it defines and line up by the almighty God. My heart possibly break unreasonable. The skies who fly their conceit and me, tries hard to hold on this feeling, just for you darling. I realize if joy couldn’t be force by. My duties were end. Thank you for coming. Now, I’m leading you to turn back. The earth will receive you gladly. Be happy darling, our stories, let it be the secret of universe.