Yes I heard and cried knowing that you have died in the midst of that ******, sinful ruckus of Nagasaki but fate is no longer great tip-toed twinkle of a pathetic plunge over the dying Sakura I have not changed for years but you, you have changed for the romance, for the sanity of your everlasting dance.
Fatal, it is fatal, they said. Denial, it is a denial, I said. The balloon has escaped for years and it can only haunt us for years, but now,
The balloon waved at me as I was caught red-handed by an atomic, stoic handshake drowning athazagoraphobia, so I left the *** unattended and I wander for a sweet end in Misaki, Sennichimae, calm, youthful exuberance I love I no longer remember the lasting kisses that she left, as a soliloquy in May.
I am lost in the wildest dream of an eternal existence.