Morning is mean and average
The sun shines fair and scorching
Skies shroud by the fluffy clouds
I am about to pack my soul.
As daytime reach the noon and soon to twilight
The feeling gets so heavy of thinkables
I prefer to lay down the whole day
And rest in a peaceful sleep
When night comes the burden gets hard
I caress the underworld's wonder
Suppose I become strong in my heart
I learned that I am glad to go.