My broken body dosen't want to submit to me and dosen't want to do anything
I'm sitting at the kitchen coach alone and listen to the silence
It fills me with emptiness
My soul is empty as a crystal darkness of а goblet
My tired eyes refuse to see at this insane world
and at the monitor too
Oh, recently I think of you very often. Should I do this? What for?
Holly Knight of Stars...
I see him in my dreams, but... I doubt, if I need him... at present
I'm lost
I remember, it was so easy in my mind near to you, but...
....but I doubt, you wrote that for me.. ne?
Sorry, if I took much on myself, thinking it was for me
I'm just ashamed to ask it directly
my mind is too tired to ponder over something at all