Just the Face (of the Past)

There is a color, there is an air
There are some voices in the far away place
In the forgotten homeland
In the crowded places, in the silence faces
In the searching heart
There is a hope, there is a clue
And there is a face
Arise the amusing, reveals the doubtness
Emerge the wondering thoughts
No sense that comes up, no feeling that captured
Empty air comes down, freezing wind run through
No signs fall down, no clues come up
Just a face, because of the face
Not me, not them, not anyone here
Just a face... of the past