Hollow

What????
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Has the wound healed?

Is it the end of the struggle I started last November?

Piles of sketchbooks fulfilled with his face I drew myself,

and hundreds of stanzas of poems I wrote for him.

They seem losing their shine, they seem losing the melody.

What should I call this brand new feeling?

Is it what I've always wanted?
Is it something that I've been struggling for?
Is it what they demand from me?

But, why is it so damn empty?

Have I succeeded on deviating the sunshine lines, and start to knit them into a golden shawl instead....

Somehow this song is echoing again on my mind....

"Please, don't let this feeling end, it's everything I am, everything I wanna be.....

I can see what's mine now, finding out what's true. Since I found you, looking through the eyes of love...."
(looking through the eyes of love by Melissa Manchester)


I'm running around the hall. 
Where have the choir members gone?!!
Look, the instruments are all packed. The curtain is already taken off. The music sheets are scattered all around, and they are all wet. The lamps are already dismembered.
And the most important thing is, Where is the conductor!?
a metal baton, laid on the floor, with ashes on it.
May I conclude that you have released the star you used to clutch?
And does it mean that it's time for us to start a new song?

a harmonious melody that will astonish the world as you've promised,
of F as the basic tone!