wide eyes looking up at the dark ceiling
from the sound of bustling wind into a scattered storm
mind still wandering how have you been
these days, no, it's been 2 moons apart
my hello certainly turning blue and become a sorrow
i know how you are, more or less
still, i want to hear it from you
are you slowly getting better or finally
realize you need to run away faster
until then, i'll be waiting at the coast line of being patient
