I am in the journey,
And don't know how it will end.
Maybe , it's not illusion .
The joy of the moon in the
Lap of night. maybe,
Framing art in the clouds. Maybe , Getting lost listening to new melody in the cold air. Maybe ,
Like a lonely house
which tells thousands stories .
I don't know why , for whom ,
I'm waiting .
Month after month year after year . Maybe ,
That day will come someday .
Still , I don't mind waiting without making fuss .