Wishing that tomorrow's sun never rises, wishing that I could stay asleep in this beautiful dream, everything is so clear here, it's like everything has been forgotten and purity reigns free. But my dream is over, the autumn sunlight pours through my open blind, a voice saying "come on, it's time to go."

All day long I see everything that is wrong with today, but the saddest thing is we are powerless to prevent what we see, all I hope for is that when I sleep tonight, I'll have my dream again, and be safe from evil.

The evil that came with you.

The End

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