Drink is the night light coming down that cast shadows on the windy ground,
Road long narrowing my hope to reach home,
Home that I want to forget till twilight,
Ahh, to be with the one I love with the dying love in between our bed,
Like the sweetest beer I known for years,
Sweet when its still in my mouth but smothering me inside,
Like my withering veins because of the lack of sleep that I need
I need to be awake to fetch medicines for that illness in my bed.
So come down to me light, and also you wind,
Walk with me as I stream the unknown road that I known for years.
If ever I failed to come home before twilight or after the light,
Just want you to know that I made effort to think,
To find the illness in between our bed that never ever I adore.
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