I was so weary,
So sad that I can't talk.
I won't talk.
I will just let this fall,
And wet then dried.

I will let them pour,
Instead of keeping another liter.
Wait, am I alone?
They must pour but,
Only if I'm alone.

If one saw them pour,
That one is worthy.
One won't see it if they're not.
Or maybe the dam was full,
And the operator let go.

I was so weary,
That my eyes blurried.
I won't talk,
Then I would walk,
Together with them.