[00:00.00]The Last Bus at the Foggy Square - Enlly Blue
[00:08.75]The square still glows in midnight light,
[00:15.53]A lone bus waits in quiet hush.
[00:23.94]I'm standing here, cold in hand,
[00:31.96]March still chills like a silent heart.
[00:40.06]The wind slips past my fragile coat,
[00:48.56]Perhaps it's past same goodbye.
[00:56.25]I softly stare onto the street,
[01:03.96]Each footfall touches memory's thread.
[01:12.76]Who knows where we're meant to go?
[01:20.76]Can yesterday's gaze be left behind?
[01:28.76]A tiny dream, I leave it there,
[01:36.75]On a café chair beside the road.
[01:44.25]The driver hums and starts the dial,
[01:52.25]An old jazz tune from long ago.
[02:00.26]I do not cry, just fall quiet,
[02:08.25]Like this old town, not yet awake.
[02:32.45]As wheels begin to kiss the stone,
[02:40.45]I glance back once at bricks and lamps.
[02:48.45]Every detail sharply framed,
[02:56.45]Already etched as part of me.
[03:04.46]Who knows where we're meant to go?
[03:12.46]Can yesterday's gaze be left behind?
[03:20.45]A tiny dream, I leave it there,
[03:28.45]On a café chair beside the road.
[03:36.45]The last bus leaves, no one waits,
[03:44.45]Only the fog knows our goal.