Snatching me from the valley of luminescence,
Drowsiness is devouring my mind
Little by little.
But,
Before submitting myself in the chest of darkness,
The yearning for your tender touch
Is still keeping me awake…

With the melancholic long scream of night owl,
Hourglass is dropping sand grains
Little by little.
But,
Before surrendering myself in the arms of slumber,
The craving for your tight embrace
Is still keeping me awake…