Ice Cream
The station lift is all too materialistic (for me)Even one day this June seems too materialisticBut I'm communicating with my feelings and secrets
As I go through the ticket gate, I smell a little bit of summerVarious people smile at their greatest common denominatorThe weight is out of proportion with the personal spaceI'm communicating with my feelings and secrets
When I say I'm empty and lonely, it's the endWhen I say I'm empty and lonely, it's the endWhen I say I'm empty and lonely, it's the endEmpty and lonely1
Though the cobbled path seems so very hot with droughtI should leave this place behind this June,--I see the ice cream shop sign--I thought