When the lamp light up the night,
That colours the silhoutted dreams.
The game end after a long
Tears in my eyes with smile on lips.
But the ulcer of minds
soak my dreams with tears.
And the foul mushrooms break my sleep
When the thunder began.
The ghoulish bees sting on the scar,
Encircle me with humming,
That keep me awakeAnd make my dreams distant.
Let the rain to shower on me
To wipe my tears, wash my wounds.
And waiting for the wind to blow on me,
That lead me to sleep, and to the dreams.
