When the yellow fire reach out every synapses of mine,
A vision flowed to my chest.
Then the deal was made under the shadow of almighty castle.
There will be no light.
There will be no blue.
There will be no turning back.
But there will be hope, I said.
Hope of seeing ‘it’.
Hope of smiling ‘it’.
Hope of touching ‘it’.
Hope of love.They laughed.
I laughed.
