Your hand reaches the wind like waving and keeps calling me but is not called. You are hit by hatred for planning. You hate me who has the heart to leave you behind. That is a hope. You should never stop the step before arriving at your destination.

It's been too far to go back to the past and I really have to keep going in order to get the hope of hope - isn't that for us to enter this long corridor? The light is made to make you charming. Admired along the longitude of the universe.

@jerryloyal