ROSE QUAY
The city looks quite empty
My first adult years slipped away
But I am waiting there
With a rose swimming in the hands
Who could relieve those feelings in the air?
This city is my face now
Full of hard dreams to bear their brunt
But it is possible for me to travel on
To breed images, points of a memory kit
To invest on the space images grow wild
The sea breeze goes on
But I am still standing with the rose
Unable to find any sense
In the rhythm of a grey life ahead of us
And the faded rose opens its velvet wings
The slippery sky after the rain is singing
It’s time to bounce back
I imagine because I embody my adult air
The city of names whispers my past years
The rose I had doesn’t exist anymore
All the scattered smell belongs to the city eye
To the truth without furniture
It is something we carry when the skies dark
But we are all ears for the mystery
As we grow, we fade ourselves to keep up with the city
