Proud dust, clinging and hesitant,
Proud dust, clinging and hesitant, denying the inevitable sleep.
Bound in regret,
Bound in regret, haunted and despairing at the end of the day.
A life short-lived;
A life short-lived; a candle extinguished carelessly by the wind.
Dearest ghost, there is nothing left for you here in this moment.
What is it that you wait for in the corner of our room?
Who is it that you wait for in the corner of our eyes?