On the background of my darkness,
he sprinkled some drops of white...
Here, in this tumultuous world,
I have this truth that stands...
I drink you not to get drunk, but to forget;
downing the peppery, red liquid...
I can't call you
And it kills me...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
Night has arrived - time to drift away
Release the sails of patterned rose...
I feel like a slave to this lonely beat
The one I keep playing, a tune on repeat...