22 September 2012
The lights go out, and all that's left are our reflections. The clouds hang low in the sky and we have neither compass nor direction.
All we can see are the fingers from our outstretched hands. Unable to fathom what the fates are planning in these misty lands.
But onward we push never seeing ahead. Our hands we clasp, together till dead.
For neither death nor fear can break this bond we share. Forever our love shall stand, ever wise, eternally fair.
Blind Love Is Never Lost • Opuss № I