But I think I would have to yield for now.
I can't think straight.
And struggling to keep my consciousness.
Indeed, I can barely hold unto it.

Good night.

I'll be waiting in my dreams.
In that world of endless happiness,
secret longing
and resurrected hopes.

Please, don't be late.
Don't be late.
Say you will still love me in the morning,
Before I go.

*I will love you in the morning of this day and the next.
I will love you on every morning you awaken,
and even the ones you will miss.
I will love you to the point time no longer makes sense.