Make a wish, for it is that hour of the day.
Oh, you are lucky!
A shooting star has also streaked down by the bay!
Two years have passed.
No sign of any miracles.
My mother is to accompany my father
In the heavens of the dreaded rapturing tenticles.
Cherish the final days of our lives
Or what little remains.
Photographs can capture a moment
But memories will never leave on a train.
Unintelligible Susurration
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