See, I am waiting for the sun to come up.
One of my favorite, right?
Until my eyes are exhausted, and my mind will twisted,
I will still patiently waiting for my daylight.
Though it's lonely and dark...
I'd still choose to stay
until the dew drop on my forehead.
'Coz waiting are for those soul who really treasure what's beyond the horizon;
and those who believe that life isn't fair.

She came one morn in a pool of red, rising in the east
And she left that day in a pool of red, west-bound, daylight’s priest
So I looked upon her cooler side that lay on sheets of black
Waiting for her graceful form to usher daylight back.