Though our hearts may beat as one
Their distance from each other has interrupted the beating that has been done.
Our portraits of love have become blurred and unclear
and the harmony our love creates has become silent to a deafened ear.
We have entered a patch of dried emotion
an era of a questioned devotion.
But my spirit won't let me forget you
Nor will my life proceed without you
Because though the distance of our hearts interrupts the beating that was done
Our hearts still simultaneously beat. Our hearts still beat as one.
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