Oh, Nine

You left a cloverfield in the meadow
The dye of love, lightened by sunray again
Still an eco of the songs that have been sung
But your voice has been forgotten
When heaven drew paintings
Those summer sunset evenings
To face endless roads
No comeback

Used to be my muse
We burned our fate with passion
The thought of conquering the world
And dedications to the future
Escaping to the island
But it’s all just a dream
When you realize you’re awake
And it creates a strange hole
When I think of it