what is the matter?
that is the question appeared on the mirror.
with this bells ringing at the back.
this dimmed light,
along with the sound of the violin.
tears wont come down.
in fact,
it flew off with the wind.
this light guitar tone,
secretly brings me peace.
at it says it is the comforting sound.
slow drum beats.
what am i supposed to feel?
am i all right?
or am i not?
i am confused with the situation.
tell me why.
- he says.
