" Memories of shell "have gone.. now it's empty

You are screaming and shouting

when you can't see me in the air anymore..

Your mother is calling

saying it's " The time to go Home "

but you are looking back, still can't stop looking for me

I'm not there, boy

I'm behind the curtain rail..

Next to a silky velvet curtain cloth

I'm hiding, brushing gently the smooth skin of the velvet

Memories recall inside of the time had passed already in my mind

It won't be repeated, same thing again..

We will just do it, over and over again

Like an Endless scene of the film

turns back and rewinds ..

We always see the same scenes ..

Although we have repeated twice already..

I'm here inside the curtain, leaning on

Just listening to the sound of soul

of the Memories of the empty shell..

"The memories" are gone already..