There are two in front of me.
Two brown spaces.
They are so deep, huge within
With different faces.
I see something gleam inside.
It's behind smoke,
Brown smoke which wrap the eyes.
There're eyes of your soul.
If I stepped I wouldn't be saved.
Seeing your face
In every crowd, I hear your voice.
So rickety base.
Always at a wrong time
I'm hypnotized.