Open up

Your drawer head

Open up

Your past eyes

…Was there me?

We ever had acquainted

I’m waiting the time

I’m waiting your refraction greeting

But you turn into foreign

Hm, maybe you’re bored

Maybe you’re knitting for another comrade

Do you know?

I scream

To the sky

In the past, we stood below the same sky

You have an amnesia!

The teardrops are hunting ground

Wrapped in the fake light

Do you remember?

We ever had acquainted

In the yellow twilight…