I remember
How you left
Footstep echoing
I, behind the closed door, crying
A dirge sings to himself
Gradually fading
A sudden desolate absence

But here I am
Standing still
aching
waiting
pouring
bleeding

Sky would never tell me
Should I stay
Or should I not
But the only thing it told me
Was how to be kind
And be blind, constantly

Neither anger will never reignite
Two missing souls
Nor a couple of eyes will tell
How long they've been raining
To make him stay

"Be kind, be blind"

I prefer to be your homeland — the one that you've always been longing for
But I was deemed to be your sojourn — another place to mourn