the world is full of light.

Don't you remember?
The breaths of silence,
speaking of the days of obliteration.

When the days and nights felt indifferent,
like the way how angels and the reaper seemed.
If there's no difference, what's the point?

But they said,
the world is full of light.
It's just that we never knew the means to feel it.
cause you were down, and you just had to stand
and grab those golden rays with your own hands.

How sad.
When you think of the fallen flowers.
When you think of the colors that have lost their luster.
When you think of the love we shared, lost forever.

But you see,
When the flowers fall, they blossom again.
When the colors fade, the only way is back into the shades of vibrancy.
And if some love are not meant to be, they just ain't meant to be.

And remember,
the world is full of light.
Let's save the fallen flowers,
the faded colors,
the love again never(s),
because this world is full of light.