the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

Our lives are just like books
Filled with numerous chapters
We may not like what’s inside
But turning the page and
Continuing the story
Is the only way to move on

As I walk through the park, my mind keeps going back to you
Was it real? Or was it all in my head?
A charismatic look, an angelic voice I was doomed from the start,
I remember this cold evening, you were waiting for me,
I observed you from a distance everyone around you was blurred
Sometimes I wished that our paths never crossed
Will I see you again? Or was it all?

It is now summer time, this cold evening is now seasons away from me,
But I still remember every detail of it,
I can feel the sun on my skin, I can see happy couples holding hands,
I want to let you go, but my heart is stubborn
Will you tell him the truth?, Tell him that he has been a fool  that feelings can’t disappear in the blink of an eye
I dare you to look me in the eyes one last time,
But everything is so far away now,
I see you holding hands with a much prettier girl than me,
You do not glance at me, not once
As I walk away from you, the sound of my heartbeat fades away