It slowly creeps
And I still fill
The holes of you
With purely wind
I want to make you come again
The orphan ghost
With airily voice
Invites me there
In nowhere place
I want to make you feel again
In my peace
In quiet dream
You flow around
You disappear
We all need something real?
so wish me hard
and secretly
the 13-th floor
you'll come Florine
We all need something here?