She tried hardly..
To fight against,
Not ....... anymore;
But, by the end it was hard to invite her once again;
But, superior-hands opened the door once again,
And, she's invited to my dinner!... ... Read more
It's my pleasure, indeed,
With that beauty that holds a beast inside;
Let's see how our research will walk,
Will it besides the moon,
Or under the rain?
But, who could imagine,
Last dinner my friends wanted to tell my story once again!
And, she was a memory from the past,
Is it to learn that the past could be the future, too?
Or, we've been collecting some flowers, candles, and the words,
For our next first dinner together?