...I shall play a broken harmonica in the dead silence.
I feel poetic for some reason. So, I thought that I'll decicate this page of my little diary for a short story I felt like typing.
I watch the sun set into the crimson ocean
Even though I'm all alone, I can hear a distant voice
"Do you still remember that night, under the starry sky?"
How could I ever forget?
The promises we made...
The dreams we shared...
As I look back into that night, it all seems like a distant utopia
The promises we made
The dreams we shared
They are no longer alive
As I press the crimson-dyed knife on my neck
I call your name mixed with a sigh
"Soon, my dear... Soon, we'll be together again."
As the blood flows down like a river...
I close my eyes for the last time.
~ Dai-chan heart
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