Smell of roses used to surround the city,
Now the city hides under the smoke clouds.
Sound of the laughing kids used to be heard around the city, now painful screams echoing in every corner.
We closed our eyes while the city was dying, but their soul raised to heaven while ours died inside our body.
We were sleeping while it was turning into a graveyard,
And now the city of culture became city of ghosts.

The force is another Jedi mind trick
that convinces the soul that all
that is Sith is not necessarily sin
but the whining of a baby Yoda
aware of his Death Star.

gunshots
oh dear commander
let's all go attack them and whatnot
shall we make ourself the better

that's what the old man said
he screamed his battle cry
he makes the enemy lies dead
oh how we'll remember him by

he shot his gun
he thrown his grenade
we lost if ever we run
that's the cry he made

he won our war
he saved us
we know that
we surely remember the story people told us

the old man still telling those story
he knows he's the only wolf left
but he wants to keep his legends
he does that for free

he sits on the edge of the lake
he seems awake
i ask what do those old head thinking
it's just another memorial thing

we should've know them
we should've tell their story
"hey son, should not you be worry,
i'm not the only one. i wont tell those stories anymore,
for i haven't any purpose to be"

he mourns
he rejoice
for will he met his comrade once more
but the world lost another hero
as the last leave has fallen

we should remember you
they should know you
they should mourn about you
fallen leaves

Mizaru
A mother without a son,
A son without a father,
And a family without a mother.
A smoke cloud raised and the universe cried,
While the rest of the world was holding an umbrella.

Kikazaru
A sister without a brother,
A brother without a sister,
And a child without a childhood.
Towns drowned in the rivers of blood,
While the rest of the world was sailing on a boat.

Iwazaru
People without a home,
Home without the people,
Is just a sand without a purpose.
Cultures got wiped from the books of history,
While the rest of the world was looking at the screens.

Humanity died and the world is left to the three monkeys.

I’m waiting patiently to wake up
a living nightmare where I’m always stuck,
this thing called life that I have no desire for,
there’s a million exits but only one opened door.

So I raised my happinesses tolerance
now referred to only in the past tense.
Two sides and two faces; who decides which is best?
I just don’t know which one I recognize less.

My only saviour has been running late
but I promised that I would always wait.
She says I’m acting too stupid when she knows that I’m smart,
it’s these little contradictions that rip all apart.

I’m trying on all shades of purple and white,
I’ve gotten bored of only blue and red each night.
Why say so long when we can just say goodbye,
all that’s right is wrong and we feed truth a lie,
that’s the similarities and differences of you and I.