Within this mortal body,
within this hollow spirit...

Across the hills
and over the river...

Dreaming,
says my mind...

Shelter is only temporary
Rain is only tears...

In the morning of the day,
to the evening of the night...

I can see a color,
but I can’t seem to define it...

Night seems eternal
stars glimmer outside...

Where the god of time stands,
I joined an organization...

I soon awake, from a dreaded dream,
see people and hearing their screams...

From the dawn
that creeps upon the Earth...

Still night,
Awkward moment...

We are humans;
which means we are different...