Flip open the past that has been overwritten by dust. On that page, you still shine as before, still inside there. My heartbeat is also surging like it did on that day. I’ll forever be your Peter Pan, I’m still here in time looking forward to it. Travel through the clouds, fly over the sea of memories, go to see your irreplaceable love. Let time fast forward, we still have half of our story left. At some turn, fate is still waiting, they definitely have a beautiful plan for us.
I just spoke to my uncle, an ex-journalist with a top Canadian newspaper and currently working with the PR group of a senator. He had studied law in college, so I can guarantee you the legitimacy of what you’re going to read.