Wake up in the midnight
I imagine something like that...............
After many and many years
All people that I know leave this place
and I stealthily come back here
No Friends, No Love, No Relationship
but the feeling is so close to me
I miss everything
I walk along the road I know the most 
I feel how the life should suppose to go
with coffee in the day and pretty dressing in a cold cold night

When people look at me, I am odd from the eyes of him
I dont possess anything, but I pretend to have everything
I never run again, cause I have nothing to run for
The reason that I come back

My love for here rises when I lose the place
Even if I clearly know that it is only a place for living
A kind of death living
No emotion, No feeling on real people 
Everying is imgine
Friends, Love, Relationship..............

Perhaps, I need to return here one day
My pretty Grave