hOmE~
The air is so dry,
My legs feel burnt,
I wonder what change here,
This house,
The home that I lived~
Bamboo trees keep growing,
Grew taller,
I smiled,
Looked up to the sky,
Yes~
What is changing here?
Shook my head,
Sometimes I just don't understand,
Is it me?
Or the people around here?
What is it now?
Why is this place called home so quiet and so "solemn"?
Where's everybody?
Where's family?
Stand at the balcony,
Imagining my old man look at me and smile,
Wish I could just hug him and cry,
What's wrong pa?
What's wrong with home?
I never hate of being here,
This way~
At times just frustrated,
Afraid this love will end...
Home~
A place where I want to be,
If the weather had gone mad,
Though sun vanishes the paint,
I hope not the love,
Not the good memories...
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