to build a home
there is a house,
built out of stone
wooden floors,
walls and window sills
tables and chairs worn by all the dust
this is a place where i don't feel alone
this is a place where i feel at home
cause i built a home,
for you, for me
until it disappear,
from you, from me
by the cracks of the skin
i climbed to the top to see the world
when the gusts came around to blow me down
i held on as tightly as you held onto me
and now,
it's time to leave and turn to dust
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these late night,
i used to hear this song
every time i feel i want to sleep,
and my eyes don't want to be closed
so much comfort,
so much peacefulness
although i'm at home,
but it doesn't feel like it anymore
time really flew by, didn't it ?
just like a season,
always changing from time to time
while portrait and memories still remain the same
always like it does
and won't ever change
