on the nights where we sleep under a different splash of stars.

the breeze of beijing is chewing my bones
they have not shatter my mind, only my hands
but the coldness living without your eyes
they crushed my entire soul to sands

i notice the moon is a bit slanted tonight
so as the stars, they are not exactly the same
perhaps i'm looking from a different window
that sights are now aligned to a new frame

this silence should be tortured by our laughs
the laughs that are now parted by thousand seas
this shirt has lost you in every tears i wipe
and all i am left is purely memories

there's mountains here and there
there's autumn having her first waltz with the moon
the music is so perfect yet 'am all alone on the dance floor
so come forth now, come to me soon

on the nights where we sleep under a different splash of stars, i feel lost.
on the nights where we sleep under a different splash of stars, i feel pain.
on the nights where we sleep under a different splash of stars, i feel dead.
on the nights where we sleep under a different splash of stars, where are you?

a poetry i wrote when i was in Beijing for my soulmate, in Malaysia. We were disconnected for a week, and i felt so lost.