Sparkatale

Oh how bright you are, my sun
You, who shines and brighten the world, brings diaster in the end
It shines, it gifts memories
People grow and develop, filled with life and hope
Yet, it all ends
You who brought joyful moments
Vanishes into thin air
Memories are no longer appealing
Time became an eternal cycle
History repeats itself
The world has become dry

No, it's not over
Continuing to hang on
Trying to become strong
All the time
While in silence
May there always be hope.