“Coming Home”
Countless leaves had been fallen off
Blown by the wind without any direction
Sat in a plank of wood, looking at the door
It will open for the longing shadow
Words carved on a rock
Time goes by, it gets fade
Still have high hopes for the door to get open
Yet, tears of dust had me encountered
Glitters shines on an empty hall
Massive walls were now cold
Surroundings get destructed
Here I am, still believing you're coming home
I closed my eyes and reminisced
You and me upon a starry night
Skin to skin while gazing at each other's soul
Back to reality, the door shut, are you coming back?
