The sun was setting.
As the days has ended, staring through the sky
The cicada ends.
As if the fallen sky has, a night has begun-

Was you there at all?
As if the emotion, a different person.
As if the days were numbered.
Wake me up from this bad dream, AS WHEN THEY CRY-

Was it you, I always ask? Only the smile, nothing else, no answer.
Emotion, as if it was? The days has ended, and so is your smile-

In the end, all what is left.
The soulless stare, was it you?
I don’t know,
The look of your eyes,
The past of this place,
WHO WERE YOU REALLY ARE???

When the emotion has change, all what is left, the silent of you.
The cicada, cries through the sunny sky, looking through you and me…
As if it, was the fate of those, the smile of you, never has ending!
Life and death was not regretting, as when the emotion change. As he

Knows the reality, the emotion, the truth is painful!
The only way, all what is left of you, the true of the emotion. But why?
In the end of what is, the cicada, soaring through the sky!
Even if the reality, of when the emotion change… But why…

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The sun is rising.
As if the emotion, a new beginning.
The cicada cries.
As if the one who was there, staring at the heart:

“Do you have secrets?”
“Well, we all have secrets, just like how you did.”
Reality awake me.
Changing the true emotion, AS WHEN THEY CRY-

What is left, the look of one. The truth, of you, only you, no one know.
Was it you? Or there are more? As the laugh of one, the smile that one left!

As the look, only you and,
THE CRY OF THE CICADA!
Answer me,
Why were you here for?
The wish of your eyes,
WHO WERE YOU REALLY ARE???

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As the day, emotion has change, throbbing pain, the emotion rises!
For one is left, afraid the one that look, piercing through what is left… of.
One that smile, only thing that end. the smile of you, as I ran away!
What if your emotion has change? Only the cicada cry… !

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As the night, went,
Shines, what left,
After him,
The way he see,
The way he see his life, fading…

As, the smile, happy time, their eyes, as the look,
The way she looks,
The life whom all have wish, they all have changed.
Why? Why would you…
The look, emotion.
All what is left… The final he has left… regret-

Shining through the bright moon light, all what is left, the silent of you.
the night has fade, the smile of one still left, changing the true emotion.
Was it you? The one he looks at, the hands that hold, has all shattering!
In the end, the hands full of blood, as if the pain, emotion.

As he seeing through the light, the truth unveil, one that end themselves.
All what is left, the true identity, reveal the truth emotion. But why,
As the emotion change, never knowing, the identity!
What if the story has all end? The true emotion that, never ended! As if-

After all what has changed, a new beginning.