□.■

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision slowly creeping , left its seeds while I was sleeping...
(=・ω・=)

And the vision that was planted in my brain. Still remains...
;P

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

Beneath the hole of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
;>

And touched the sound of silence
(⌒▽⌒)