Don’t mess with a song

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It felt like I was grabbed by collar, pulled up and thrown away, very far away. I was cast away to distant space and time, back to the past.

Listening to the song, I was living the life I was before. The life when things were all beautiful and memorable, worth kept and different. The life where the ground I stepped on were soft and scented like new spring. Ambience around me was welcoming, yet sometimes felt alien. It needed to get acquainted with and approached; once I stepped inside, it held me so tight like long-lost lovers who just reunited.

My eyes looked again to those dull walls, empty rooms, and long corridor. The building’s old staircases with murals emblazoned on, they invited its inhabitants to come and dance with them. Yes, of course I would gladly come and dance with you, guys. That’s for sure, and oh, don’t forget to say hello to elevator’s door, tell her to keep all the things she witnessed to herself. Nothing good will come out of its stories, anyhow. Yes, the same goes to Madam washing machines and Mr. basement. They are such a reliable bunch. I suddenly remember when Li asked the council to pass A RULE to require people to present themselves properly when entering the basement, otherwise there will fall some victims from cardiac arrests and maybe humiliation, hahahah.

Now go to the playground; Look at the dog running around here and there. Sniffing for non existence rabbits and fetching a branch she threw on the air. See some young people practicing martial art across the street? They didn’t know I was here looking at them. How about children? Where were they? C’mon, no children were allowed to go out at a cold night like that. For sure we all could see the moon out here. Big, beautiful, and sad. She was also a cooperative witness, my pretty one.

Hey...! You...! come to my office at once!
Uh oh…. Let by gone be bygone, a man must have enough room in his lungs to hold enough air to go on living his present day. And a good song writer must know when to end a song. See you Mr. Cohen!