Detextor

The old past days are resurfacing with a drowsy and slippery voice. The mist-cloaked sky pouring sadness in your heart is now crumbling. And my fateful eyes are now placed into an ocean of myosotis. I'm still singing for you by your side until our days erupt in a mournful sunshine. Original: http://detextor.blogspot.com/2020/01/myosotis-cpla.html https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/86990177

Extend your hands and let me reach them. These unsevered feelings are still cherished. Shrinking in my pride, I've become self-conceited. Although, all but you, all but your precious shall remain pure. The loneliness of my heart, the soil of my hatred, I'm nothing but ugly, the leftover of its past. Being so petulant, what's my worth for? I'm so fucking blind! Tears silently blown by the wind, everything is so miserable, everything is so meaningless. At the intersection of the two poles, the sky has lost its strength to rise. At the end of life there is still some hope, although the bitter truth lies ahead of my eyes. The time has passed, and the painful smile sank nowhere but within the hell's flower. image: https://www.deviantart.com/nanomortis/art/Sky-Is-Over-716067592