When the morning light comes on as surely as the night has gone,she's left and I am laying here
with pins and needles in my legs,
I fear the day.

She says that she'll come back to me
but all I see is endlessness,
the more I see the less I know,
why did the lady have to go?

I look into the mirror
see the shattering of temple urns,
my eyes turn inward, so I see
the image of the man I'll be,

I close my eyes and see no more.