The colors left your mansion long ago.
The mirrors don't remember you.
Night or afternoon,
it makes no difference.
Any twilight that drifts across
and softly lights the house
can never find you there.
There's a garden still,
neglected and alone.
There are stairways still,
leading down and down
into the Bayuda Desert.
And in the mirrors
you're nowhere to be seen.
That's all.
There's really
nothing more to say.
Erratic, Male Vocals, Rich baritone, Rough-edged voice, Whiskey-soaked voice, Slow (66-76 BPM), Laid-Back , Falsetto, K-Pop, Afrobeats