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Malintra-Shadowmoon

Published: Feb 18, 2017

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Do you feel neither longing nor happiness and
Have buried all your hope?
Even if only solitude and sorrow remain,
You still shall have confidence.

There are still miracles and light in this world,
Dreams are fulfilled.
Do not doubt and despair now,
Even if the painful sadness stays.

There comes the day that brings joy again.
Smile sparkles in your eyes.
Timidly yet, in your heart strikes up,
The song from then, it returns!

The way to the future you walk with your heart -
No matter how difficult it is.
The mental agony passes after a long time -
Then memory is merely history.

Fog of worries and sorrow surrounded your world,
Often you have deplored your lost happiness.
The path to the future is illuminated brilliantly,
When trust shines warming into your heart.

Never give up, show the courage to live -
No, never give up!
You will be glad again and everything will be fine!

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