Nostalgia
I see something from here
I see the nostalgia pass in front of me
If it is little what I see, to me it is plenty
My life is not what it once was
I will stay here until reality wakes me
As I child I stared at the floor
(Intensely life trembles. I will contemplate)
On my knees awaiting another existence.
What makes children blind?
I will contemplate.
