⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀a 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 grows , sprouts , then 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒 .⠀⠀⠀⠀yet I shall not , for I am 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 , like the flames ⠀⠀ ⠀ of the 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 .
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❛ ⠀
⠀ 酒盃に映る影⠀──⠀
I raise my cup to the sky,
and the stars wink like mischievous
children.
They do not know the weight of
what is lost, nor the ease with which a
man can cradle sorrow as if it were a
friend. I smiled and remained. ❜