If the fog speaks for tranquility, I would cradle the havoc in my arm. The boat
moored to the harbor that no soul doesn't recognize but struck by wonder. If magic believed to be recited with oath or spell, I would be wondering in front of a presence who draped it with utter gleam. Because pointed head or asymmetric jaw prejudice has been broken in a split second even when an intention to praise ain’t pocketed in the first place.
In every birth where sorrow implanted, may there be hope in between; where abomination took over a life, may there be delight. I do not neglect the dark yet refuse to live with dystopia as naive as I could be to state that I found joy in the tip of a smile. A human being who should be brimmed with pain and sadness suddenly turns into a myth when I see
Chou Tzuyu.
I could not halt but let praises and prayers flow through my jitter speech, for the bump is the silver lining of predicaments. I wish for Tzuyu to always find reasons in every kindness in the world, while marching to fight for others’ joy endlessly. To find fortune and solace in solitude and kinship. As I believe the world will be humble enough to grant her the greatest triumph, although blue is her designated hue. I believe life shall taste like her favorite cookie and cream, for there shan’t be no potion needed to grant wishes when you has brought the hope itself within every step you have carved.
With all one's heart, Jouwie Vloive.
