Where are you?
What are you doing now?
Under this endless sky, are you there?
A future where we all smiling and happily laughing
Is what I always dream of
Yet like the passing summer wind on that day
It disappeared

A story that just about to begin
Ended without any warning
Memories of distant past I recur to remember
Yet I can’t see your face
Like how the grains of sand in my hands keep on slipping;
You too, had slipped away

Where are you?  
What are you doing now?
Are you looking at the same sky I am looking now?
I keep on praying all my wishes
Yet it seems it was never heard
As my voice was drowned out by the cry of cicadas

Returning to those times I deeply longed
The cicadas say it's too late
But still I keep on praying that I’ll reach out to you
That on the other side of this sky you are there
Please believe in me when I say
"Please be happy. I love you."

Where are you?
What are you doing now?
Even it will rain, there will still be an endless blue sky after
So let's start over once more
And hope that the ending will be happy this time
As the cicadas sing their song
Let’s go home and hold hands

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i want to buy these mice a home so
that their presence helps keep the table clear
i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor
in the hopes of keeping the noise out and
of having at least one of us feel
a sense of being welcome

the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel
heavy if they knew where they were going maybe
and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from
showing off the letters on my chest although
i’ve been known to miss the mark

if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine
but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive

my favorite part comes around
when the two trains meet and for a second
i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world
before we’re whisked away to
our respective loneliness

or maybe it’s where the streets
run narrow like those in the places where
connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine
it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek
comfort in the grey of it until it
all comes rushing back

they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it
but it will do for now

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