When the lights go out
I am afraid of myself,
my shadow stops walking aimlessly
and my friends become souls.

Stuck to a new thought,
I go through my awareness in hurry.
I don't want to be so slow,
therefore, I don't live such a life.

I didn't still get used to the dawn;
it's so captivating, full of future.
I didn't still get used to lose you.

And here's so dark;
more than the nightfall.
Hard to live, I swear...