Writer- A Juniors!
There is only a difference of some letters in the past and present,
Which hold two different emotions,
Two different eras of glorification,
And two different memories of life's sensation.
The things which once were occurring now converted into words.
Words describing two different people,
Two different changes, as ripples,
And a proof embedded with the smell of maple.
With a belief, and like a truth, it keeps spreading like a resonant,
Telling two different creations and destructions,
Two different relations,
And two different reading intentions.
A new has limits to be new, but an old doesn't have limits to be old, it keeps going old and older.
It's just simply written now, whether you read or sing like a bird,
There will be no changes derived,...