Your eyes were the divine domain.

— It's so strong it should be crystallized, ready to bear eternity across the infinite. Your small talk is my prophecy, and the laugh in between is my melody. I would look at the moon; the way it envies my butterfly explains your divinity. I have tried to forget you, it got stronger instead. I can't leave what we have crafted, I've bargained myself to perceive the past as not a merely passed event, but a rather unobservable present — therefore, here you are in front of me, standing in a domain beyond my reach named the history. So that I have bent the cosmos for you, please throw a second hope for me.

And I will love you.