Leaves are the wings that can not fly
Wings are the leaves left behind in the sky
Heaven wasn't meant to a be a delusion
It's just that I have long forgotten
how to take flight
Loneliness is one person's celebration
Celebration is a group of people's loneliness
Love starts with being a companion
But I'm already slowly forgetting
how it was to have a companion
I eat, I travel, hang around alone
I also read, and write, and talk by myself
It's just that the heart has drifted off somewhere
Even I couldn't see
I think I'm not merely losing you












