Night

In the morning, I can't really feel the light
As the other people do; preparing for work
For me, it's nothing like that, but night

People talk, laugh, have meetings, say hi
Eat lunch, and pretty much enjoy the day
As for me, there's no day, but me and the night

Dusk. Rush hour; walking left and right
Hungry and tired; can't wait to go home
I go walk along with them, but it's still night

It's night, but not the their kind of night
Without her, there is no sun nor life
Just my kind of night.