The sea looks bright today
The sun keeps on shining
The world is still revolving
Yet
The hand of my clock
Seems to be not working.
What are these emotions?
Flooding towards uncertainties
Giving clues to every traveller behind.
I think I stopped,
I stopped my own time
Not letting the world know.
Yet
The sea still looks bright
But now the gloom of the moon
Gives its shine.