"We are all shackled, some tied to our feet unable to walk towards them; some tied to our hands unable to embrace them; some tied to our necks unable to kiss them. Even though they are only a few centimeters apart, they seem to be separated by a Marianas Trench.
Are these shackles real? To the onlooker, they appear to be nothing more than an egotistical guy putting on a pompous show. But we all know that the shackles of the void are more binding than the real ones. The inner yoke is still the real yoke. Tie it tighter or break it.
Take advantage of your youth.
Go straight ahead.
Let your feet be pierced by the shackles that litter the ground.
Exchange your blood for flowers
Give them to the person in front of you.
Are these shackles real? To the onlooker, they appear to be nothing more than an egotistical guy putting on a pompous show. But we all know that the shackles of the void are more binding than the real ones. The inner yoke is still the real yoke. Tie it tighter or break it.
Take advantage of your youth.
Go straight ahead.
Let your feet be pierced by the shackles that litter the ground.
Exchange your blood for flowers
Give them to the person in front of you.