In skies of gold with arms full of lilies I shall walk this grassy plain, through the horizon and time itself, if only to glimpse what would occur if my hesitation was non-existent. This sky taunts me, so vast in the colour mixed from the crimson on my hands and the beauty of your soul. Life has killed the dream I dreamed with these storms of humanity I cannot weather. Both here and in another present I inhale, and they exhale. Still, I step forwards in hopes of reaching that moment. I pray I move forward as well. Or is my life just one more lie? Alas, we always get our share. Yet if I am to glimpse that moment, and hold your hand in mine, I would carry a thousand more of these white petals that embrace you across this grassy plain.
-- Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
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