like a ghost i wonder through the rooms where you have been…
sadness of the past tense is like a withering flower:
the petals of my heart are falling down, and the winds of eternity carry them over endlessness of time and space.
oh, such a cruel game of hide and seek
where one is blind and the other one is numb.
gift me with a gift of hearing and carry a small bell with you so I can hear your footsteps.
don’t let darkness swallow me,
don’t let time trample over me,
let your voice be in my heart through and through.