There may come a day when we have nothing left to say.
When the conversation stops and we’re facing our defeat.
When the time comes, let’s have a picnic at the Arctic.
On the cold winters or the cool summers.
Looking at the horizons, watching people falling in love with the stars.
Holding the paints, covering grounds with pastel colors.
It is the color of bliss.
Then, let’s just stay for a little while.
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