Night and day, emotionless and hyper
So different, yet so alike in their pain
Both face an empty pit of loneliness
One never knew what it was to be loved
While the other had lost all he loved
Both hid behind impenetrable masks
One wore a big, unfaltering smile
While the others mask was of cold pride
Both knew they came from complete different worlds
One a street rat, the other a clan heir
But Fate had other plans for the two hearts
Fate giggled at her own brilliant plot
She waits, as the pot begins to boil
Night and day those two were, those poor lost souls