Outside, there's a sunset and sea waiting,
A wind howling beyond the sliding door,
Down the lobby, a long road paving,
Like a gray carpet, the way to the shore.
Stairs of sigh, every step creaking
Heavy footfalls a sigh of the breaking feet
Welcome to the messy room waiting,
Yawning pillow lies on crumpled sheet.

A soul engulfed by a scent left on the bed
A heart embraced by a blanket of dream dying
A long midnight, a battery in the head,
Outside, the sunset and sea are waiting.

Jan. 2, 2025