Long live the walls we crashed through,
all the kingdom lights shined just for me and you.
I was screaming, “l(fā)ong live all the magic we made,”
and bring on all the pretenders—one day we will be remembered.
Hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground—
may these memories break our fall.
You held your head like a hero
on a history-book page; it was the end of a decade,
but the start of an age.