Quiet quiet sleep, quiet quiet sigh ,
In this silence, I really deaf.
I have in hand, unfinished toast.
Quietly on the table dying wax, I'm with him,
Outside the window, the dawn, a new day soon ,
Drunk wine, rumpled bed .
Please do not fly away , my dream.
As always silent , looking down ,
Feelings over the edge, I want to scream.
But I let you go , but I'm letting you go .
The clock ticks , tea has long gone cold ,
I wanted to ask , what forgotten.
This silence, I'm burning does not help ,
Quiet night outside die , I'm with her.
