I have a lot of things to write ,
but not all of it is right,
in the darkest part of the night,
I stare around my room to pick up the light.

My eyes gazed at the dim touch light on the floor,
the cricket made my heart race
then I saw a structure of an image on the wall
I began to imagine lots that I have to close my face

I pray silently for the morning to come
for my mind is grope...