A smile so innocent,perhaps sold at just a cent

The eyes of pure joy,even without a priceless toy

Even when the eyes couldn’t see, the end of this vast sea

Yet,the world,seemed so full of colour,
Even tiny little things,bloomed like a flower

An endless dawn,without being a pawn,
I wish I could go back,being a hopeless fawn

Funny little things and stupidity allover,
I dreamed I will go back,when the simulation is finally over

The definition of genuine-
Why couldn’t I find it in the ruin?

As the end was near, the story of "fear"
As if something got strucked by a spear,making the moon never so clear

The picture of a setting sun,crying for one last fun
But nothing could stop the time,wishing for a final,harmless crime

Untill the end of times,the dawn of eternity
May this piece,again and again,find its destiny.