Shadows, in front of eyes,
Looking out on a dusty scene,
On a quiet backyard,
From where it seems all that was ours once.
Tired, body doesn’t want to go,
Listening on the tonking horns,
Close to a lonely house,
From where it seems everything was pleasant once.
Silently a bird flew past,
Taking all the happiness away and back again,
Whether it was an omen or not,
Your heart would know better than mine.
Many creatures roman this land,
So do the thundering of their footsteps,
Whether we can listen our heart beats between them is yet to be told,
Still, I await like that lonely passenger for the unending sea in a boat…