My heart began to wither in pain
Because of secrets, because of the blame…
Hate to break the ice my friend,
Does everything you see is what you believe?
Except my eyes see differently, it sees the gloom in the sun
And the brightness in the moon’s sweet glum
My days and nights make me feel disheveled
But soon with the fading darkness
Seizes a glimmer of that solitude of symphony
The night is yet to begin.
There is faith in that tomorrow’s rhythm.
Just feel it. Just believe it.
Grasp what you can take and stay content.
Until then, wait for a second chance.
Wait until your day and night do not collapse
Like the dawn and dusk for another morrow.