L Y N I A

When the return moves toward your heart, there is no repetition.

There is a beginning of the story.

There is a trace in the sky.

The nights and days remained the same, only the location of love changed overnight.

The first time we feel love.

Faith is in one place there, and I realize there are many paths to reach you.

Choices were exactly paths; it doesn’t alter anything.

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

A faith where the truth exists would not stay silent even if it remained quiet.

Light flowing to infinity, reality merging with time.