these days it's getting dark again
but the colours of my sky are light.
i can't rest my head during night,
trying to lay, listening to dreams then.
how can i only confess my struggles
which keep me company,
i don't even know my identity,
refuse to listen to advice of elders.
whenever i go, nervousness
is trapped within like a venom,
even two thousands of photons
wouldn't let go of its greatness.
it's so cold but warm outside,
my heart doesn't beat the same,
can't remember the name of this game,
they don't play it on the countryside.
and i was cold as i held your hand,
going to the bus station on a sunny day,
body filled with anxiety, they stay
although my soul lives in another land.
