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
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
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
