Blank Chalkboard-睡眠艺术家
Whispers hum where shadows dwell
A song of lessons lost to tell
Glass breaks soft like ghostly cries
In halls where time unwinds and dies
Backwards bells in the drifting haze
Erasers float in a looping daze
Chalk crumbles sharp in the unseen breeze
Echoes roam like old memories
Threads of sound unravel slow
Granules hum where whispers go
Through the cracks of a fading scene
Dreams dissolve into the between
Shards of notes fall out of tune
Haunted doors beneath the moon
Erhu’s wail and a ghostly hand
Carve the past in crumbled sand
Backwards bells in the drifting haze
Erasers float in a looping daze
Chalk crumbles sharp in the unseen breeze
Echoes roam like old memories
All that’s learned scatters to dust
Moments fade like fragile trust
In the sounds beneath the hum
We’ll stay
Till the echoes of the chalkboard wash away