In the eve of my 9th day untill leaving this city

the only red color lighting in here
is the redness of the horzion
combined with the snow

and not a single light bulb

the redness is gone
only the footsteps are left

and I think to myself
what a pitty
my chest is jammed with sorrow
and I think I haven't accomplished it
yeah this is wrong
and it's not me
it's you

if you couldn't trust me
all these years
it's not me
it's you

and I'll feel better tomorrow