Everyone Has Their Own To Cherish

The beautiful hands are in bloom and grasp at his gentle touch,

But she ignores the world while disregarding the simple reality-

He sees another while she expects his return.

Love is not as faithful in the heart of a boy who has never grown up.

In the heart of the girl who has never really cried,

Tears of a false dream keep her waking up in nightmares.

The End

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