“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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