All the world's a stage

Writing finis to life, overstep the limits.
So often we forget of aims made and fervent wishes.
The play got over the footlights, silent close.
We can get your flowers, but our flash glory is yours.

Again we put our masks on [bad word] out from the wings
Laying it as thick as we can
We are falling downstream

Ch.:
Where's no one except us
Where's no look of the loving eyes
Where is dark... just like here 
So close my eaves, I'm afraid I don't care

Playing so familiar parts
We hear so loud laughter
But as soon as we close our eyes
We are sparks! That's all we realize

Ch.

Ch.:
Where's no one except us
Where's no look of the loving eyes
Where is dark... just like here 
Please, open my eaves,  I do care