Wet eyes under the moonlight,
Lost mind, fighting against the fight,
Vague dreams runnin' in circles in head,
Brain finds peace in the darkness of death.

The water of feelings still flows,
But the alone moon still glows,
The night has already come to an end,
She can't believe the cause is her best friend.

Sleepy hazy eyes finally wake up,
Smoke flies from the White tea cup,
Sun comes out over the busy town ,
Intense headache and eye lids fall down.

When will she die?
A question from my!
Wants a deep nice sleep,
With someone's cry and smile on her lip......

© AURA894