The lights out in the big night
are twinkling on the hillside
I miss my old self,
You’re just a man, as I expected,
No one knows how to love me
I miss my old self
Before I got tired of the night
Now it tries to embrace me again
Sleepless at 4 am
Did you miss me, oh darkness,
Did you long for me all those years
Stars crying above my closed eyes
I wish I knew what I could do
For the next step with me and you,
but the nocturnal, blissful emptiness
calls me.
The Hyacinth Girl 