As the dark hanging
   The sailing just stare back straight

                        Wondering

        Why there are haze covering
                         the room
         With the raining on the pillow
          It used to filled with echoes
      From two person who insanely
                         fallen to
                        each other
         The wall used to hear melodies
                        Four strings
                        Sometimes
             It used to hear knowledges
                        Sometimes
          It used to hear laugh, jokes,
    And those heavy yet so soft voices
        It used to saw the girl fall asleep


             The echoes has long gone
          But someone still holding on
        Waiting it will come back around
                    While wondering
         If the other wall in other room
                 Also miss them