The empty bed, cups and chair
Kept in order while I stare.
Her faded voice still strum the string of my heart.
The reality of human attachment is boundless, as the vast ocean.
The empty room evokes an indistinct reminiscence.
My childhood stories are fading away
As time makes you bolder
And I'm getting older too..
Who will fathom my unspoken thoughts?
Seasons changed, yet a wistful nostalgia still lingers;
Can you hear me?