Sleeping Loo

Who is sleeping here?
I see A pale palm on the yellow blanket
That's Loo, the girl of my dreams

Whose shoes are standing under the bed?
It's crystal clear, THEY ARE OF GREY COLOR
THE shoes ARE Loo'S...

Look at me, Loo, look at me, Loo, look at me, Loo... Please

THE Tea HAS evaporated,
THE porcelain cup is dry
But this one has no trace of pink lipstick.

The glass is broken...
I'm sweeping the floor
I don't want Loo TO HURT HER feet
I DON'T WANT LOO to hurt HER DELICATE FEET!!!!

Look at me, Loo, look at me, Loo, look at me, Loo... Please

The clock has stopped...
THE black spots have dried...
I'm not SURE IF IT IS wine or blood?
(She scattered her belongings on the floor)

What CAN'T I remember?
Petal dahlia trembles....
Is it the wind or her BREATH?
Loo's staring at me...
(Without blinking....)

Look at me, Loo, look at me, Loo, look at me, Loo.....