Those born at the end of an era
Look back.
Those that look back
Can never move forward in this sea
Of time.
The wind may blow, the clouds may change.
Those fated hands may turn endlessly.
And even if the sands strip a thousand years from
Those youthful eyes,
That gentle face,
So that only withered bodies remain
They will stand still.
While the cracks appear. Shattering.
Crushing. Destroying.
The mirror of the past,
Welcoming the new era.
The shards reflects one’s youth,
One’s treasures, hopes and dreams.
But the sea is unpredictable, its wrath
Will eradicate all of them,
Leaving those born at the end of an era
Stranded.
For there is no ship to carry
Those born at the end of an era
Down the sea of time.
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