Here I am,
Walking through
This fallen city.
I could see
The butterfly wings,
Tearing apart.
No one even cared
As they were busy
Saving themselves.
Maybe this world
Is cruel or
Maybe very much
Afraid of Death.
Still I am walking,
Why???
Ain't I afraid?
Ain't I scared?
Why I am walking?
Do I have a dream?
Do I have a goal?
Perhaps,
Or I wouldn't be alive
In such calamity.
But can you see?
I don't think about u anymore.
But on the same moment
I remembered u.