In the tranquility of night when half of the world is asleep,
Why do I wander about in my mind?
When the people are busy sailing across their dreams,
Why do I still be skeptical of my dreams?
When the people are enjoying the journey of a different world,
Why can’t I make out the world of my own?
When the people are busy recollecting their shredded memories,
Why do I pine ,at least to make some of them?
When the people are busy exploring their pleasures,
Why can’t I find what makes me pleased?
When the people are busy counting the stars,
Why can’t I shape some of those of mine?
When the Sun rises for others,
Why can’t I grab some Sunshine and cleanse myself!