Whispering story of my own
when I’m lost
on the empty streets of the night under the moonlight I find a story of my own to be told in whispers to the sky to scatter in the shape of the stars an unfamiliar feeling visits me, whilst I feel the pressure of the gossips wandering in the air, a fear so touching to my senses, accustomed to stay numb no matter what the situation is a little melancholy, a little nostalgia I remember my happy moments of childhood when I deserted my family, lost in the town, wandering by my own and after then, when my mother and my aunt found me in a seat alone staring at the sea so blue, the same color with my mother’s eyes ohh, my Lord mercy me forgive my sins your helpless servant begging |