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..
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