What about on every dawn
In this cold, cold bitter moon;
I have no means to make it through
This learning less, blinding punches over on me

This brief stillness
Seems even worse than power
Trying in vain to catch the train,
With all his deceiving traps that make me fall

I have this life falling apart,
But somehow -steady- rises back,
I have this loud voice buzzing around
Blinding noise, I cannot hear…

My senses come tumbling down
I can’t take this anymore
Reflecting, yesterday bombs,
Step on the darkness I once went through

I have this prisoner, and he can see again
The bright of daylight once again!
I have this blinding impulse pushing in,
A pointless attempt on delaying it all.

The sea always feels so good,
As your subtle charges flows still.
And from the yielding of songs,
The chants enlighten my dreams all over again!

I have this oblivion that will recall
The light of day as it comes breaking in!
I have this yell that won’t let me see
An attempt to live everything then…
I have a life about to fall
But it comes up slowly, again
I have blinding impulse that won’t let me see again
A pointless attempt on delaying it all again.