she. my sunflower, her world is full of joy, of laughters, of light.

me. her shadow, whose world is packed with filthy creatures, with frozen breezes, with dark.

her sun, her one love, shines. my sunflower, my one love, roots for it. her sun brings her warmth, sings her melodies, makes her feel safe, shows her the greatest gift of all.

her shadow, her one hatred, dulls. my oneself, my rotten soul, breaths with one heartbreaking truth. the truth that even though i am the soldier who protects her, who fights every second every day for her smile and her dream, she would never know.

for sunflower only turns to its sun.

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