If hope of morning lessens at any instant
Life, scared embraces dreams of evening
With evening, the ache for you deepens
Darkness of the gloomy night extends everywhere
If heart’s ice doesn’t soften,
Then life’s river will condense,
Like a stream with little water
Which promptings have settled in the hearts?
That even today wakes me up suddenly at night
One step staggering off course
Can transform the speed of history
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 