No one
She runs like wind of a autumn day
They write like ink will last forever
He fights like monsters are lurking
She cares like her heart is made of gold
They hide like eyes are watching
He cries like the world is ending
But no one knows why she's running
No one knows why the ink never runs out
No one knows why the monsters are lurking
No one knows why her heart is gold
No one knows why they hide
No one knows why he crys
Just because no one knows why doesn't mean there's not a reason
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