"Am I dying?" someone's talking again.
A horrible voice,
Coming from that obsolete CD player.
My brother always held.
It keeps haunting me for a long time,
Whenever the voice sounds.
"Is that you, my stinky brother?",
I summoned up all my courage to ask.
No one would like to mention him,
No one responds to me,
I don't know who that is.
Maybe I just feel too exhausted,
I go to bed after a shower,
Then I fall asleep.
His face, his eyes, his ears, and his smiles,
Appear on my dream.
I am so shocked and wake up with tears,
I am getting really scared.
I wish that you could say something to me,
Even if only a word.
I wish that I could say, 'I am so sorry, Tommy',
So please forgive me and good-bye.