I Believe It...And It Always Makes Me Believe !

Through the Insomnia Times,
when i want to close my tired and puffy eyes,
suddenly, i remember everything i had,
everything that i don't have them anymore. i cry.
and this crying is just like thinking.
thinking about why i just cry for my wasted things,
but i didn't laugh when i had them.

through the Insomnia Times,
when i want to close my red & bloody eyes,
i yawn and try to sleep.
maybe i don't cry for my wasted laughs.