• Memory of the dead had disappeared.
    I do not remember why my brother went away.
    I want to reach back home.
    Home is the same way, but people have changed.
    Home town walk again.
    I still remember how his brother played in the streets.
    Where could he go on that night?
    More can not remember what happened.
    Where could he go?
    Who irritate him?
    I did not do anything wrong.
    Do you hear me yet, my brother?
    Come back home.
    We will miss you.
    Now I stand alone at the garden gate.
    Father looks at the threshold of the door, accusing me.
    My brother, please come home ...
    Wherever you are.