See? It’s black
I can’t see
anything clearly.
My right, my
left, my view is all black.
I feel so weak
and lonely.
I don’t have
something good to see and to feel.
But, heyy there
is a candle. Yes, over there. That one. That small one.
Yes, at least I
have one thing to see in this darkness.
I’m accompanied
by a light of the candle in the corner of my room.
Its fire is
dancing freely blown by the wind from my ventilation.
Its light is
shining everything in the small room.
Its warmth is
holding me so sincerely.
Yet, it’s not
enough.
Everything is
still black,
The dancing isn’t
so entertaining,
The light isn’t
so bright,
The warmth isn’t
so warm,
But why like
that?
See? It’s black
It would have
been different if you were here.
You, you, yes
you my dalee..
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