An age has passed in your memory,
Is this what they call waiting?
An age has passed, and more will pass,
Is this what they call death?
I have grown weary of myself,
Do you still feel nothing?
Very well, then I shall destroy myself,
Will that make you happy?
Life goes on, and it will keep going,
Does that mean death will not come in this youth?
I know it is impossible to meet you,
But will you not come, at least, in my dreams?
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
An age has passed in your memory,
Is this what they call waiting?
An age has passed, and more will pass,
Is this what they call death?
I have grown weary of myself,
Do you still feel nothing?
Very well, then I shall destroy myself,
Will that make you happy?
Life goes on, and it will keep going,
Does that mean death will not come in this youth?
I know it is impossible to meet you,
But will you not come, at least, in my dreams?
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