My Dream and the Window of this Room
My Dream and the Window of this Room
The curfew has passed
I'm still awake here
Only the moon and stars accompany My dreams
Until the sun picks up My morning
From the window of this room
I watched them one by one
Like this wishful thinking there
These eyes stare at the sky incessantly
I'm tired of being here
I'm tired of looking upwards
I want to fly
I want to be like a star
Has its own light
Decorating the lonely darkness
And I'll put the cloud aside
For those who are sad
Behind the window of this room
Every night I'm here
With the same window and dream
Until the sun picks up My morning