I woke up from my sleep and feel cold..
Still sleeping with a blanket covering my body..
But I still feel cold..
The cold of the world makes me tremble..

I need something to warm it..
Something warm, fresh and cheerful..
Alone feeling this boredom is really make me tiring..
I am tired..
I am weak..
I am tired..
I am weak..
I am tired with this weakness..
I am tired because I know that I am weak..

I am trying to hold my self badly..
But in the end I have no idea what should I do..

I am trying to get my spirit back..
But in the end I can't full filled my passion..

I am trying to be understood..
But in the end I can't learn anything..

I am trying to find someone who can accompany me..
But in the end I found no one..

Living in this cold world is really quiet..
I even listened to the whispers of the story from the wall..

When this is over?