When everybody leaves,
I shall celebrate
the holy loneliness.
And that heart-aching excitement
of an one-woman-carnival
won't begin until you all leave.
So please, leave?
Then, I shall be fine,
on my own.
I'm the ghost of time.
For me, its not difficult to pass time.
What actually is that, time has difficulty passing through me.
Behind this veil of darkness, there's light.
There's light I often get blinded by but
there's everything I need to know.