I can hear the noise,

Please cancel it out for me,

Lay you hands over my ears,

As you cry softly,

As I do too,

For the exhaustion is eternal,

But we are not,

So lean on my shoulder,

As the night stays,

It will stay until we become ground,

Until we become grass,

Until we are flowers,

Until we are cut,

Best way of time,

But the sphere may die as we do,

Oh well,

The noise silences our pleading voices,

They weakened as we grew,

As then I did not think much,

A shame I was taught to,

So now I can think back to the time,

Where first the auburn leaves and wind,

Did not express as great impact to me,

Films were fiction to me,

Roads did not take adventure to me,

And the sorrowful call we hear,

It was not like the ringing some heard,

It was all becoming real.