What is separation?
What is grief?
What is disappointment?
Why do people keep chanting their songs?
For days, we endured on the sidewalk, my little sister and I.
No, no, no.
Our tears never fall, we heard some humming noises trying to comfort us, from a distant.
That night, the shades were holding our pale skin, it was freezing, captivating, and charming.
That evening, my sister lost her soul.
Too much transparency, people bully her, people hurt her bad.
She changes into a monster, she starts hearing voices in her small tiny head. 
She moves to the opposite side of that empty street.
People like me, fear that walkway.
Guys like me always dissolved there.
Oh, my sister, oh, my sister.