Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love
So what's sleep? Sleep
I'm tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful
We're awaiting
Deathless ones
A story at three with the shrillest of cries
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy
So beautiful
They sing to me their elegy Requiem