[Nida-H]

The finger of night
is touching my face;
The cold weather of the back yard
is patting my brownish hair..

I'm still alone;
Despite having lots of friends;
I'm still tired;
Despite resting for a long time.
I'm still exhausted ;
Despite sleeping all the day..

It's not the first time;
My heart asks me about you.
It's not the first time.
I'm looking in the front mirror;
In the hope of seeing you beside me.
It's not the first time.
I'm smelling everywhere;
Just for finding your fragrance..

I hate storm;
It takes every thing
I hate rain
It washes away my memories
When did I get lost?
I can't find my way.
When did I get blind?
Still…need to see you more..

It's time to go…
Someone is calling me.
Can you hear the sad song
that crow is singing?
It's time to go.
It's raining hail.
Where is my umbrella..???