If these days never end,
Heaven on Earth, is what I'll call it.
A canvas of reminiscence, delight, and friendship.
Of course, a drawing has to have balance.
If it contains only one side, then it is flawed.
Biased, even.
That's why we'll add regret.
Pain.
A drawing that contains the good, and the bad...
What a drawing that would be.
That's why...
I hope these days will last.
If it does indeed end someday...
Will my memories be enough to preserve its existence?
Can my own memory remember how it is supposed to be drawn?
Worst of all... would I even be able to draw?
To lift my hand, and put my pen against the canvas...
I'm afraid.
I'm... afraid.
I'm... scared.
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