Tired souls rest
At the comfort of this ill-lit room
Familiarized with the slow-paced dimmage
Life is now a quiet odyssey
It seems like the rising sunlight
Illuminates half my face
It seems like loving voices speak
In my ears
With grace
After the lingering cold night
Always trust the leisurely birth of the day
After the lingering cold night
Always trust the leisurely birth of the day