The moment, for sure you will remember, till the end of your days.
In a split second, the beautiful imagination crumbled. The bubble is lost in thin air.
Before you mourn the lost, you have to deal with it.
There were not enough time for you to think about your lost.
The angels, you once thought that they are the protectors of civilians, are in fact law-abidingly cruel creatures.
Fate, is strange.
It came as nice and wonderful as a dream, and appeared as horrible and scary as a nightmare.
You came out from the building,
looking up to the sky,
telling yourself that it's over.
The words are heavy.
Because it's finally the time, where you have to admit that, your fight is over.
People said that being defeated is optional, I would say this time, it's inevitable.
Fate, you win this time. Hands down.
Digging the grave, to mourn the imagination of a lovely trip.
Planting the seeds of hope, to wish that it won't end as such.
Twist and turn of fate,
I sighed,
I wept,
I was clueless.
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