Desiring to hear lullaby
Next to me on bed
Caressing with gentle touch
On my hair with wordless love
The best feeling not in my fate,
I look at the lonely side of my bed
Desiring for more support
This weak body is merely surviving.
Yes, I have diaspora, Maa.
Ah,
Call from home,
Say sweet words and feel my tearful eyes.
Your warmth is far, so far.
Now, I feel with each day
I will fall, fall on this fourth floor
Lazy asshole, me
You make me promise on phone to eat fruits.
I fulfil it all.