L Y N I A

When the return is towards your heart, there is no repetition.

There is a beginning of the story.

There is a trace in the sky.

The nights and days did not change. Only the place where love existed changed in a day.

The first moment we feel love.

Faith is in one place there, and I realize there are many ways towards you.

Choices were precisely paths; it doesn’t change anything.

If what exists came out of my mind, it would be a mirror at the speed of light.

A faith where the truth appears would not remain silent even if it were silent.