may last all life long.
Music filled with blame
has always made me so strong.
I’ve been wandering in
the narrow streets with closing walls
pushing my footsteps.
Somehow feeling fine
with my stupid loneliness.
Facts we cannot change
are the cure for all regret.
But years didn’t conceal the
strange sense of relief
surrounded by the cloud of despair.
Recalling your laughs
in this quiet sunday room,
its brave warm bed.
Joking in the face of time.
Until it suddenly arrived.