At night
I walk alone
Then I cry, then I laugh
And I wait for the aurora
And such reality
Belongs to me
It's a strange atmosphere
It permeates through the mind
During the afternoon
I live
Sometimes unhappy
Sometimes seeking for love
At times winning
Or losing
And it's an artist life
Oscillating so much
But what I believe
Is that this important
At night
I walk alone
Then I cry, then I laugh
Then I speak, then I laugh
Then I scream