Everything is falling apart.
Even the stars are coming down on me tonight.
Look around – men and women are in love.
Two decaying bodies pleasuring each other,
In the hope of getting something back.
A vain attempt of a dying being at immortality.
Still children are beautiful.
So are falling stars.
So is love.
So pick up the broken pieces again,
Pick yourself up and your broken heart.
May be you will see the Sun rise beyond this night.