Return to the Past

An old yellow lamp,time beside me, not making a sound

Loneliness mercilessly on me,not knowing different intensities (of light and hard)

Quietness has crossed over to strangeness,

quietly looking at morning and sunset

Your silhouette,

losing balance,

falling slowly Darkness is already encircling us in the sky ,where I should face? I can't see  

Perhaps love is at the other end of a dream,unable to survive in the realms of reality

Want to return to the past,to try to hug you

Want to see the world you see,want to be in your dreams

Only if we lean on each other can we feel the sweetness (or blissfulness)

Want to return to the past,

to try to allow the story to continue

I'll take note when we part,

to hug you even tighter

This sort of salvage effort,

I don't know if it's still in time

Emotions keep stopping the memories playing (in my head)

On a grey and unclear night, 

I don't know where sleep has hidden

Before I know it loneliness is already lying beside me.

I hope to return the past.