“This is the last,” you said.

Eyes on the glass, thoughts adrift like dreams.

Met in spring; Fell in summer; Faded by autumn; Strangers in the winter chill.

“How did we end up like this?”

“Never were we the same — who dares promise forever?”

Here to us, drink to farewell.

9th Oct. 2025

✍️ Dionysus. Kungnang Mount. 

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