Make the wish to be back one day, again. And again.
Travels
Vert ce Pays
No need to be blue when everything is so green around.
Even the sky understood it.
Tracé
Everything can be straight as a line
Nothing will be
Eté comme Hiver.
The same, still in place,
The same, still different.
Capitale.
Even in the fog,
There’s always a light to chase
Un autre Nord.
Even by trying to escape from it,
It’s always by your side,
Like a compass with only one direction.
Chapitre 4.
How can we be still attracted after that amount of time. Why can’t we just try something else.
Let’s go for another round to solve it out.
Time Travel
Time has come to be able to read between the lines.