Amid the gate, he stares at my door
How long did I see him stay?
Days or months, I couldn't say
Yet it bustles me, what for?
I swear I saw him moan
But my window's thick and cloudy
Won't disdain a sentry's duty
Fleeing my home for venture lone
Amid the gate, he stares at my door
How long did I see him stay?
Days or months, I couldn't say
Yet it bustles me, what for?
That drone haunts me from abroad
A middle tone, a new norm
A safe zone, applauding form
My yard is steep and deep, thank God
