I am not me
Loneliness: awaiting in the deep darkness of the night;
Sorrowfulness: hiding in the corner of the heart;
Before I know it, I get hold of so much of time;
Plenty enough, To give chances to both of them.
Once again, deeply, fiercely,
They erode me, they attack me.
Letting me awaken in cry, tears rinsing my long hair;
In music, I am expecting and waiting for the dawn.
Am I not tired enough, not tired enough to fall asleep right away at my cot?
Am I not busy enough, not too busy to have time to sleep?
When, at what time, can I really get relieved?
