I was on a bus going up the hill.
The sun set and it's dark outside,
and none of the passengers were talking.
There was just a silence.
There was a curve and the broken door of the bus opened and closed by itself,
which was the only sound in the hill.
which breaks the silence of the hill.
It was raining heavily and the sound of the pouring rain to the hill seemed
echoeing to the other hill,
which breaks the silence of the mountains.
My bus keeps climbing up the hill,
which heads to my next destination.
I don't know what it's like but it doesn't matter
as long as I enjoy the moment of the silence.
The silence of the hill.
I don't really care what it's like but it does matter
to end this comfort of the silence.
The silence of the hill.
Written during the trip in Sri Lanka.
The passenges were so quiet and only the sounds I could hear was the broken door was closed and opened by itself...
The sun set and it's dark outside,
and none of the passengers were talking.
There was just a silence.
There was a curve and the broken door of the bus opened and closed by itself,
which was the only sound in the hill.
which breaks the silence of the hill.
It was raining heavily and the sound of the pouring rain to the hill seemed
echoeing to the other hill,
which breaks the silence of the mountains.
My bus keeps climbing up the hill,
which heads to my next destination.
I don't know what it's like but it doesn't matter
as long as I enjoy the moment of the silence.
The silence of the hill.
I don't really care what it's like but it does matter
to end this comfort of the silence.
The silence of the hill.
Written during the trip in Sri Lanka.
The passenges were so quiet and only the sounds I could hear was the broken door was closed and opened by itself...
