when i try to speak up just as i usually do, you start pulling me outside.
while i say, 'this's my chair' then you answer, 'that's my chair'
a next minute i cry loudly, begging a space in this world, a chair that you took from me.
you look at me, and said 'clean your tears up' giving me a pretty chair
and i stop mumbling, i have a new space there
your heart
out of the blue, i realease, it's a dream
no chair. no you, no heart
just my heart trying to listen the sound of waving clouds
while the wind blows over my face
i trying to escape from this unexpected moment
repleacebling something unimportant just to waste my bad time
just making the sticks of clocks broken
drying my wet hair by the time of rain drop outside
i love raining
and i love you
