River Flows In You - Yiruma
I will die. The moon will touch my face and tear my skin to pieces with its light. I will live. The sun will warm my pupils because for the first time I will embrace warm sensations. I will die. You are gone, the moon has left you in the dark. But shouldn't it have pierced the darkness with its light? I will live. As the warm drops of the ocean under the sun flow from our warm skin, an ocean drop will flow between my lips and I will enjoy the sharp taste of salt. I will live. Because you will be in front of me and living will have a meaning.
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