I wonder a lot of stuff like life.
Where do lights go after it disappears?
Where do our life go to?
I think of how lights can disappear at an instant flash. How precious.
And then, perhaps we have starlights to shine and guide, but I can't be sure.
Sometimes time's moving so fast it leaves us behind.
Like people leaving us behind.
Gone for good to some other world.
"Don't leave me behind," you can scream.
But time won't wait for you.
Don't leave me, don't leave me.
But lights are faster than sound.
Before you cry out, it can go out without a sound.
(Part 1/2)
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