""It was a trust
There was an unshakable belief that,
we will meet,
in the sky of sleep,
among those clouds of peace,
In heaven, in hell, or maybe just in a dream,
But I knew, we will meet""
What is it that keeps you alive? Some people will take the name of breath, some of love and loved ones. But the truth is that hope keeps you alive. Hope to get something, to do something, and hope to meet again those whom you had separated years ago on the harsh paths of life.
This story of two birds of love, separated in such a terrible storm, is dedicated to the same hope, who had lost all hope of meeting again on painful paths. So, will they be able to meet again?
Well I've heard that false hope often breaks you down.
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