My head is aching, And my brain is freezing. It's day somewhere, And it's night here. The pain shifts gears, And the calm takes over. You are here, But you are not really here. The walls are painted in cherry blossoms, And the floor is covered with hairy moss. I alone stand here, And stare at your memory. It comes and goes, But one thing is clear. It doesn't need color to make it clear, It doesn't need light to be able to shine, All it needs is for me to move aside.