from my balcony
i saw a person on the ground
someone said he's gone
but he's still there
lying on the ground
i wondering
what's really gone?

i heard its third one of this week
they were committed
the police and ambulance
they were silenced
let those dreams go on

on the scene
blue and red lights spinning
around and around
made tonight more mysteriously
authorities blocked the street
and made a white cover on top of the question
maybe i dont have to know

i went to bed
that silenced siren was ringing all night
i stare at the white ceiling:
tears
memories
and unspoken words
all over the place

then
dawn is coming
stitched yesterday's wound
then hid in the first sunlight
watching us pass by
like nothing happened

until one day i saw:
someone was standing there
and put down a flower

a person
a horse
a river
plain and boring

I just looked it again
somehow the person became alive
something rising

who
stands up and stretches
feeling every inch of it

suddenly
who opens the mouth：
who am i ?

aside
the river flowing
the horse swishing
not a typical answer

who turned around and staring at me
i just freezed like a fresh paint
that eyes
a reflection of myself
searching
that eyes
starving
been ignored for so long

i just keep falling and falling
into the eyes
the frame just keep growing and growing
swallowed the entire room
and disappeared

at that point
forgot who was in the frame
what was that question
or there has been one

until i heard someone was calling：
time to go home
that eyes turned away from me
looking at a far distance
there is only the endless blank

as usual  
i packed up
switched off the lights
then locked a portion of who behind