When I think of myself at night
I laugh at my poor plight
Not the plight of not having moving money
Yet the plight of not being happy

Happiness is what few people have
And few like me try to have
I am hurt and in pain
I wanted to cry louder than the rain
I wanted to scream until I go dumb

Even the shadow of yours was black
I should have checked you in the light
Back then I was so blind
But now my eyes are filled with tears

Things start beautifully
But they end this sorrowfully
Then I took a look from my window to the lonely cloud
And fell asleep safe and sound