Rules

I don't know. I feel that sometimes I should just write, even if nothing good comes out. However, it feels unfair to the work.

The Wanderer was fighting within the music, as if he were in love, yet fully aware of his loneliness...

"Warm a lonely night!Don't let me down, I pray.Trust in me."

The trees sang as the winds shielded the one they had always wished well.

"Don't you... forget about me!"