When the heart is filled,
the words come out better.
Under the bond of promises
We hold the hand firmly,
As if dark clouds meet the sky before it rains.
The unfortunate of our past,
Is buried inside and the grief is at rest.
With this, we become insatiable,
For the need of each others’ soul.
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