Everything we shared disappeared into thin air,
Nothing could've been saved without feeling despair.
We didn't feel like a fire and a kindling anymore,
keeping each other alive.
We felt like lost kids,
with nothing to strive.
Sometimes you need to let go the things you love most,
Before it slowly turns into a ghost.
Because occasionally, if you don't do it soon,
You will hurt in the end,
Like separating the sun and the moon.