Yes — there it is, the bookshop I stop by Every weekend, especially Saturdays When fresh titles are just put up on the shelves Yes — that’s it, the shop I walk into Every weekend, browsing through pages Finding lines from the same story Coffee is brewing, far from reach People passing by — still and quiet No one speaks up when someone asks for help They are staring at their page I found ways to memorize my favorite authors Writing them down with a feather, on fading paper Since when were there no more words? As I leave the store, Only a pen in my hand I’ve been talking to the person who walks from the pages Trying to figure out what she wants — and why she left Trying to be friends with some of the others But time is running out — they have to go back No one knows what’s on the other side of the ward Waiting for the answer Is a question itself ————————————————— These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Music Arrangement: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Copyright © 2025 Rachel’s Original https://suno.com/@rachelliu All rights reserved.
