It’s raining outside.
The lights are illuminating emptiness.
The darkness is dangerous my friend…

The streets are empty.
There are no voices to hear,
there are no eyes to see.

Nothing.

Only our memories are standing there,
reminding us of how it used to be.

How we used to be.

We used to play with the sunlight.
Now we are messing around with shadows.
We used to stare at the stars.
Now we are facing the ground.

And the future is our enemy…
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