They will meet their fate at last

On the water's edge is where she waits.
Hoping for someone to get back, or maybe just waiting for someone unknown.
She doesn't know what it is, but on the other side is where he waits.

He is waiting for someone, he is waiting for something.
He knows that now his life will find its meaning.

The rain, lovely and hated rain. A storm hits the river.

She, standing up at a side. He is sitted nearby, thinking why is he there, doing nothing, just in vain.

She is the one who would not abandon him.
He is the one who would not leave her.
They are made for each other, and they are really close, and far. All at a time.

I felt your love slip away he screamed when he saw the woman standing on the other side.
How can I be with you she said, knowing that the storm changed the river, making it very dangerous.

Inside she is bleeding, not knowing what to do.
He doesn't know her, she doesn't know him, but they know thaey are meant for each other.

Make my heart full again she yells, looking at him.
He can't take it anymore, he ripes his clothes off, and jumps into the river. He is crossing that huge river, only powered by the power of love.
All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey. He was swimming and he remembered that old song.

While he was crossing that river, she was able to do only one thing: pray.

Finally, he gets to the other side, and quickly tries to cover his nudity. When doing this, she gets naked, to love him in that precise moment.

They were all day together, without even say a word.

Eventually, night arrived. That cold and betrayer autumn was freezing everything... as far as the eye could see.

Death is only minutes away she said, knowing that she would die freezed, laying naked above the white -at that time- grass.
Let me introduce myself he said, but she said we get here on our own, it's not time to cry know.
With the moon shining bright in the sky he said: I would die like this ten times, after this, life is useless.
I am prepared to die even a hundred times and giving the last breath, she died.

He cried bitterly and he shout We'll met Far Beyond the Sky.
After this, he looked to the mountains, and saw the sun rising from behind. He thought: We should have died together, and he went to met her love.

A wicked crimson sky appeared, the proof of their love.

Since then, mornings are always something sad, something to cry for.

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