It's over, is it?

Love never dies...
It's like a piece of land that always remain in our hearts like a foundation of emotions.
Like a bare earth that tends to be more useful when cultivated and watered; Like a soil that dries out when not used. A kind of which that longs for rain- like a heart that longs for your love once again.

Mon Pere,
J'attends de votre temps précieux qui lui revient.
PS