Through the broken glass, I sought a fragment of tomorrow...

In the pages of our yesteryears, silver moonlit stories danced in ink. The ravines of our open hearts filled with words we once knew, transported by the gentle breeze of your unforgettable touch.

Love, pure and untamed—a force of nature woven into the fragile veil of dreams. Listen closely, for the world is laced with echoing murmurs of it. Each note falls like melodies in the ocean.

Your laughter, an unyielding echo that adorned the void, found refuge deep within, where cosmic blush unfurls like a forgotten secret in the night sky.

Lost Red Dream