Up in close white sky
Burning through the smog
Sun tries to climb high
But falls like a log.
We used to love and cry
Disrupting our wet skins.
Sun pours its dead light
Upon my pretty sins.
Wedding deep in cloud
Has inspired us.
But because of proud
We end up breaking glass.
Since then all I knew
Doesn't seem to worth
Just a simple clue:
Sun gave us a birth.