Nana...how come being happy and making your dreams come true are two different things? Even now, I still don't know why...
When dawn comes, that memory gradually distances...Tonight, I will bring it to sleep with me, so that will not be taken away by the waves of the night...
The more my dream are fulfilled the quicklier they become realities losing their shine.
It takes a lot of strength to hold onto and care for the things we love, so why is it that god seems to have made humans unable to conjure up that degree of power and love?