Lately, I have no rest.
Oblivious to reality.
Vagrant. Anxious. Lost…
Exhausted.
In this state, I am.
Nevertheless, I live.
They say. They justify. They get involved. They judge…
Hell knows I have tried, but I cannot be deaf to their complaints.
Even now, it is difficult. But I’m trying… To only listen to you…
In the dead of night, then, I think of us.
Centuries ago… When we used to play together…
Even now it feels like there’s no cold … And I’d love you to be real.