One typical night, I felt empty and had to leave my head.
Abandoned the view of my ceiling and rose from the bed.
Maybe a late-night walk in the quiet street,
And the cold air against my feet,
Will take me back to where I suppose I left.

Sitting under the lights,
I heard the cries of the night.
Laughter over tranquil starry skies,
Whimpers are on the smiling passersby.
Nothing can I do, but flee again, somewhere nearby.
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