Nothing defines me. Nothing makes me feel more alive. For I am nothing but a boundless penumbra, which shall be lost to the haunting echoes of the time.
And yet you give me a place in your affectionate heart? And yet you give me a place in your affectionate heart?
𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞.
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬
So, adieu, adieu, adieu, I say. So, adieu, adieu, adieu, I say.