Night descends
Though I never wait for it
But it comes
As sorrows come through your remembrance
Night darkens
Gradually silence prevails
But I remain awaken
With you-- with our past
Never I wait for morn
Yet evening comes
It comes with a new light-- new hope
But I know
You'll never come and call me
Gradually I become an egoistic!
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