In the cracks of the rooftop,
I'm just looking for one spot,
A spot of mine.
A spot in this deep darkened shadowed which belongs to me.

All of a sudden,the wretched wall bursts into tears.
Maybe,it has some word to say though no sound to utter.

A phrase of silent moment get off between us
And a aimless fragments circling in time.
As like the primitive trees,
Everything may have some feel to touch rippling on the limbs.
May,some still may.