Blind

I’ve been blind from the smoke you left

In the shadow I can still see your moves

I feel the beam of the sunset hurting my skin

and I hear your voice though you left long ago.

I’ll only leave you for the summertime

It’s better to let the rain comes along.

Fear and emptiness may be felt

But there’s no way I will beg once again.

Now I got to go away from this place

And isolate myself in the windy sea

There’s no time to ramble any more,

And that’s when its calling me back home.