Ghost Wall

Looking at the gray walls, touching them, they are freezing cold.

I feel it, they are strong and then as the ash soft.

At the small window, I see...somewhere far away,

Looking for a lost ghost, but they are only big waves.

Black, terrible pain...covered in the depth of the soul.

Ah, I wish I could reborn, just one more time to hear your voice.

Feeling the hug that kept me warm.

But is cold...cold in the walls...

An echo in the distance and a chilling wind.

Never was heard that a ghost could speak,

there is no turning back, not from it.

Just cold... cold as a wall.