The no star sky, our kites flying just so high. Like the dreams and hopes of the fallen. You can cut them down. The strings tighed and bound. The dreams and hopes are no more. Why can't sit around making fake miracles while destiny intertwines? The stars are falling one by one. Why do you slice our fun? Falling into wires and streats. How could you be so mean?
He's so sentimental I feel like crying but i won't When people came to realize the limit of their dream and that one person who made you realize that suddenly left? Can other people save that dreamer...?