In the sky stars are falling down to shine.
Watching the moon bacoming dark,
I am pretending to feel fine,
But there is something to not make me
stark.
Roaming among empty streets,
I figure out there is nobody to call.
This is not what soul needs,
But I want to make sufe before the
downfall.
It is the end, after which we'll have new
start,
Now struggling to feel good enough.
Loss of important part
Will make us fly away like a dove.