If I close my eyes
And the sun don’t rise
Will I be ok?”
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In this universe, citizens all know the day after tomorrow is the final curtain call. We throw a last “Sunrise party” to soak in every ounce of that golden essence.
Think about it-Every existence, past, present, future: the book with few pages left,the daily sunlit scenes, the whispering wind, the neighbor’s dog, the shared smile, the dinner family, the feeling of typing out on the keyboard- All are destined to dissolved by the day after tomorrow. We throw a bash for the last sunrise.
And the sun don’t rise
Will I be ok?”
—
In this universe, citizens all know the day after tomorrow is the final curtain call. We throw a last “Sunrise party” to soak in every ounce of that golden essence.
Think about it-Every existence, past, present, future: the book with few pages left,the daily sunlit scenes, the whispering wind, the neighbor’s dog, the shared smile, the dinner family, the feeling of typing out on the keyboard- All are destined to dissolved by the day after tomorrow. We throw a bash for the last sunrise.
