Tear drops can grow old too
Travel long hours toward orbit of eyes
Even harder when marching cross the cheek
Plain earth now full of man-made valleys

Is it rain and cloud floating in the sky
Or my overshadowed loneliness
Yesterday and today are two dots carrying a single line
Mourning rushes and dries out my flesh

Tell me more about my childhood
Those stories only you own and took
In a paint-polluted and deaf blind world
My fingers trembling on sighing strings

Night crosses boarder again now
I can see you staring at me near my window
Unwilling to join another round of shift
Everything silenced and paused for a while