I have been sleeping for so long,
But my eyes are still weary,
Collecting dust and the ruins.

Memories,
Flutter with their reminisce.
The sweet taste,
Butter in my dried days.

I am sleeping,
But I am tired ever since.
It's not the day you left,
The day I forgot my existence.


Holding on to a spoonful of hope,
Sip and sip,
It's empty and no more.