A tear came down my eyes,
I felt like crying.
I pull a long face.
We need to talk, to talk.
My eyes are full and empty again.
I'm like a weaned baby.
Are you even asking how I am,
what do you know, maybe I'm not fine this night.
Without understanding, without listening,
without saying my last words,
to where? (where are you going)
Maybe I'm in my sickbed,
while my emotions stay shattered.
I live my day and night for two.
They asked about me, and I told some people.
I wonder if I should not have said anything.