On an empty park, I stroll,
Holding in my hand, a doll.
The summer trees, all alone,
Knowing morning is now gone.
Daffodils and lilies blaze,
I dream of my golden days.
Each auburn rain drop flip-flops
Upon my cold universe
Like those lonesome I.V drips.
Each heart sound, a guitarist,
Stinging on his instrument,
Vibrates the celestial world.
I enter into twilight,
Tasting the sweetness of joy
And longing for the blue sky.
An embryo pops open,
I find myself in darkness,
But, never yearn to come home.
