Home

Home

 

On the day you left

 

Home also left with you

 

Home did not say goodbye

 

Neither bother to turn his head

 

He left a gift

 

An empty and spacious house

 

I’m in the house

 

Go upstairs

 

Then go downstairs

 

Gaze at the window

 

Gaze at the door

 

Gaze at my own wrinkles in the mirror

 

I am looking for a place

 

Put my heart down rest and quiet