The song of midnight shouted out, and ever since then…
The stars sit on the sky
Every sound was played
Even if I’m not told to be honest, the tears take my thoughts along
A small sea formed at my feet
The ground doesn’t move; it’s up to you to walk or not
The truth is, I hate being alone
I’ve known what is important ever since that day
There’s just the question of if there are people to share it with
It’s like showing my heart glasswork, a fleeting dream
Throwing purity around is scary
We’ve all pretended we’ve had it at one point in this opaque world we live in
When the farewell came, it looked like the sky was leaving
And now opened kindness will always be in my chest
I made a promise to the people who sleep with stardust in their beds
But despite that…
Cold children that look up at the stars…
The song of midnight shouted outThe truth is, I hate being alone, and not knowing whether you’ll keep on being alone
There’s just the question of if people exist that can share it
Truth is, I was lonely
Even if it gets erased in the radiance of the sun
Should we come together?
Should we just sing?
Anything is fine
There’s just the question of whether or not you’ll be here or not


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