Why does my room remind me of you? Curtains are flowing softly in the wind, and my weak, weak hands trying to grab them feel like the head that I touched. The ripples on my bedsheet engraved the silhouettes of you—our love.  My bed and my body feel lonely without yours.  The walls in the room were the spectators of our love. Why does my pillow have impressions of your smile and sweat?  Tears roll on that pillow now—why did you leave?  My body and my bed feel lonely with yours. The naive kingdom we built  The magic we created. All my kingdom is undone.  All the magic turned out to be hoaxes and curses. My room is a kingdom we made.  Upon the constitution of love and faith  My bones are the worshipping citizens of your love. A treaty of peace turned into a war. Masquerade treachery, my lover's renegade  Without his presence, my kingdom is undone.