In this old place,
We’ll welcome you
with letters and faded names.
Although you say our home is spent
these walls bear secrets
They’re burdens as heavy as the guilt in your chest,
the guilt keeps you tied here
and you’ll always come back
One by one, souls disappear
we’re white ghosts, and we may forget ourselves
but we’ll remember you.
We follow the light of the moon.
They’ll talk about me, keep me alive
in their haunted memories.