Nukegara

Us, that summer's day
Inside the fleeting light of hope
A lot left behind
The gloom melted as we walked

The fine branch creaks
The wind is strong today
Nothing has even changed
But I become frigthened and face down

I really don't have a liking for the high sky
Or the screaming cicida, or myself

If this isn't how you feel, then do not do this please
If this isn't how you feel, then please, do not do this anymore

What are we crying about?
Aren't we smarter then this?