In spite of the blue ocean
Thrusting its salty water towards me
Simply locking me inside its silky smooth body
However it began
Another dream, another hope
Rising high above the sky
Driving only will, I go
Though dreams are not going away
Only with will, I run
Lasting bars of the future's eyes
Overwhelming with a black charisma
Sucking every visions i thought i have
Endlessly with will, I fight
Young is this dream
Old is its direction
Until death do me apart, only with will, I pursue
Because that black charisma
Because that enchanting meeting
Because you
Are what i'm waiting for
At the end of my day
-Naytica-
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