After everything in the day is over
It seems that the world is over
It’s my favorite silence
There is no one in the room
No one talks to me
Sometimes advertisements
That I am not interested in
Fly from the end of the world
Only the sound that no one knows
From the small speaker continues to be born
The words that
No one understood turn into a song
The blue heat that cannot be called
Love
Or
Kindness
Which collapses
Without being understood by A, I
Flows down like sand
Between
Today
And
Tomorrow
One shooting star
To the south
A car with a broken light
To the south
One shooting star
To a wish
A foolish man
Just stands up
