Behind the Closed Curtains

From here, behind the closed curtains I can’t see the world outside I lay in my bed, uncertained If there’s a reason to find Why should I get up and get down Go shopping, get on the same track Why cannot I hear that sound The sound of your voice that pulls back This curtain, and then I would see The most loving smile on your face A bit of a garden, and your apple tree Everything on the same place Prolong me this kind of illusion I’d like me to stay in the past Behind the closed curtains seclusion I’m breathing the smell of a dust..