Lost somewhere in you
Like I have pressed my lips
Together to take a sip of my blood
And eat up all the troubles
Inflicted by your indifference.
I bow before the cruel mercies
Born from the bottom of my self
Showing signs of fears and tears
To lead my aching heart with 'Ease'.
Don't speak as language of wine
in the last quarter of a woeful night,
Don't disturb my unfilled dreams
Who have gone to sleep with me
And shall wake up before dawn.