Isn't it melancholic, when deep love for someone metamorphoses into nothing but ashes containing bitterness, loathe and repulsion?
I can't fathom this at all and I hope I won't even be in this position someday at all.
What happened to their past reminiscences? To think they were everything that sort of promised eternity.
What happened to their past tears that flowed of devotion and desires? It has indeed vanished into invisible air.
The past will never encore itself ever again.
Why do they transform? I can't understand them anymore. I truly miss those eventful and arduous paths we have crossed together, but looks like we will never walk down any more paths together anymore.
It has... perished.
