It's crazy to think about.
How could we be so oblivious of love?
These lights give us warmth, but one day they will grow cold and what will we do then? We'll replace these distressed lights, because those lights don't give us the same warmth we felt before. Those lights are forgotten.
I know this world has lack of hope, but I sure do hope that I can be your luminous warmth, because my light's not dying anytime soon.