We are so simple that all we have to do is take a small packet of jam and give it to the person at the end of the journey. Loneliness is like a shadow. I thought this was all purpose and happiness, until the thick fog filled the future like the whispered words of fate, until I could never find the way back. Jam is gone. Jam is back. Maybe lost is better. Fearful phantoms and tender eyes, why did we walk into this fog and leave in such a hurry.
We are so simple that we never get lost. The loneliness behind us is twisted in the reflection, playing in the deep well, we just walk forward, towards the doomed fog. Some will not be seen, some will not leave, and some will sink. Protected by the cursed innocence, hurt by the blessed innocence. We will arrive at last. But I don't know if I can forget it.
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