Passing by wind,
I thought all would fade away.
Smithed in fire,
I thought my heart would be strong.
The pain I have inflicted,
The tears rolling down your eyes,
Till this day I remember the hurt you've experienced.
Though we are worlds apart,
You would always be a part of my world.
I dream not of you returning,
But hope of joy in your life.
My pain is not immediate,
it grow as the year pass.
Guilt and regret overwhelm me,
I wish I did nothing,
Yet I can't change history.
Hate me if you would,
I'd say,
Sorry for the things I have done.
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