Mourning Song

How long will I hold up?
I feel your ashes around me.
Your song of life can not be complished;
I hear the wind blow it away.

Time is an empty piano,
white and black, with a disturbed tune.
What slips through our fingers?
My heart falls with your fleeting existence.

White and black, the empty sky,
white and black, the empty note,
I look for the stars’ guidance.
Only find petals like snowflakes.

Time is an empty piano,
white and black, with a disturbed tune.
Your song of life cannot be complished;
I hear the wind blow it away. away… away

 

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