The Gloomy hair river and eyes coal black;
In eclipse of half moon night,
its too quite to wisper.
Vegabond my sleep disappeared.
Light cold winter and my poor love;
the  old blanket which,
I am dyingly search for.
Rambler my sleep turns to subliming.
The dream hives is now break parts,
so i listen to ears, songs of night birds.
Gypsy my sleep fadded wonder.
I wraped my sheet with tight grips;
and she gives her sympathy by mild warming,
saying that you lost your sleep forever.
Where is the words for the pain,
touch of nicotine turn my lips brun.
......Oho my sleep come bake to me,
.....Oho my dream plsease be return.

And there, she kept knocking.
Friends she kept chasing.
Love she's always hoping.

Embrace that she dyingly longs for.
Never came in and return the favor.

Her sadness is her earring.
Her feelings she kept on burying.

One day she'll burst out.
To the wrong person.
At an untimely moment.