Final words...

A finale of your face on my stage...

Your soft lips speaking in angel dust...

Your eyes gazing colors from the rings on Saturn...

Your hair waving like trees in May...

Final words...

...

Now silence...

Corridors shaded in the crow's feathers...

Windows covered in stains with different colors...

You chose nikes over memories...

You chose whispers over melodies...

You chose masks over faces...

And right now...

My face,

Or my mask...

Has too many tears...

So much to where it could make us a swimming pool...

That would be an ocean to you