My head hurt so much I could barely keep my eyes open,
Squinting at the bright light, something cracked.
Feet that keep moving forward without leaving firm prints on the ground,
The meaning was lost in translation between movement and stillness.
The last time I speak your name,
Will be to wish you goodnight.
Inside a beating heart a black spot formed.
It’s something I can’t remember fully.
The will of the earth that kept me moving.
Maybe praying to the moon doesn’t bear any meaning,
The tower will fall all the same.