I walk into the room
There are two windows
Lights up, full of pictures
Picture of memories
Looks ‘loving each other’
When you look outside, it is not at all
I sit on a cushion
Comfort as a place
A place to be loved and to be lost
This room has two windows
But I can not find a way to get out
Am I blind?
I want to sleep for a while
Dream of another room or place
Not to be lost, I want a place to be last
Build some walls together
Although it would be broken