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Will you allow me to be the firefly that's always by your side?

The one that embraces your pain and kisses your sorrow.

Will you?

If I become the moonlight that shower your darkened night, will you allow me?

The moonlight that hugs you when the night is sad?

Or let me be the wine that puts you to sleep during your starless nights?

How's that?


𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 Où les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant