We also forget time is passing by,
so therefore ruins get contradicted
When we stay on this land, the time stops. t
here is no more cranking sound from the machine.
there is no more flowing sound of people walking pass.
there is only sound of the land
and the sound of my heart beat is getting louder and louder.
but if I have this memory,
maybe will be surprise by time is already making its own mark.
wall is mottled.
green plants push bricks down
and grow once upon a time already become a heaven of greeness to be precise
in this place the definition of time is obscure,
the assertiveness of civilization has be doubt
but everything here is just ruins.