The Sun has died In the house where it was born Stabbed to death By a blind man full of scorn He said he liked the night He said the Moon was his best friend And that he's tired of life Under the Sun that never descends The Sun has died Here in Tokyo Just another life Here in Tokyo And only neon lights Keep on shining on The Sun just died Today in Tokyo People leave Yellow roses in the street Hoping someday She will get back on her feet But the night is deaf And our prayers can't get through Now that the Sun is dead God, what are we supposed to do?
Powerful. I love personal interpretation and you write amazingly thought provoking things in this. Much love, Babali