The more the world is bustling
the more arduous to be farewelled
The untold silence seems to
set people to be delirious
be ravished with joy
or be in the greatest sorrow

How peculiar
Love and passion do not bring us together
demise does
Yet, we are alive
Yet, we remain quiet
about being apart mostly
and about being hesitated repeatedly

We then look up to the sky
and gaze at the ground
sigh and smile
get astray and split