There was this one person, who didn't spread their spirit, as much as others, into the enormous crowds.
The shindy acts have left their scars in your mind, whose face was covered in serene clouds.
Silently I approached them with a means of kindness, softly, in my hands, placed.
One's benevolence had eased its previous past, in hope to perceive its face.
One feeling in sync with them, had let them espy their beauty.
Filled with felicity, one has discovered, that it's erased.
The unapproachable was never in my understanding.
No one had it demanded the outstanding.
Let the time rest, because we know fucking well, that it was wasted.
