The silent basketball court,
Just shadows embracing the lonely,
The ring that once bore witness,
Now just silent, waiting to return.
The footprints that once ran,
Carving a story of eternal victory,
But now, everything that was once achieved,
Vanished, like dust blown by the morning breeze.
The cheers that once echoed,
Now only empty echoes haunt the space.
All that remains now are the shadows that fill in when the sunlight shines on this field.
