If I die, will you laugh with your friends behind the funeral flowers?
You’d hide the diamond ring I gave you under the desk, saying it’s not a big deal.
As if I’m begging you to understand and stop the time.
I was wearing black glasses, didn’t watch what was on my path, and the car crashed.
The wound stops bleeding but my eyes won’t.
What a shame.
It was perfect days and I’m counting the journey to the photobox.
With a Korean ballad song playing in my headphones.
Now I just see an empty chair in front of me, cursing the ghost that once whispered sweetly.
I walked, but got lost, between two different spaces and one did not recognize me.
“I loved you, and it’s ruining my life.”
Shouting at the lies that once bathed me.
It’s a pity.
If only it wasn’t such a surreal dream.
