It's the end of the play. Can you hear applause?
Viewers scream in euforia: "Drama king!"
But the king doesn't care about the noise-
He escapes from the stage,as a rule, unseen
And dissolves in the moonlight without a word,
Like this madness has nothing to deal with him.
Time is passing reflecting the final chord,
Which eventually turns into silent thrill.
Life is quiet and nothing disrupts its pace,
Hearts are healing, covered with starry scars.
We have done our best to forget his face
After being so violently teared apart.
When at last every piece in its proper place,
Lights are on. Are you ready?
The second act.