Just another day which is dead

Just another evening lyinig on my bed

Feelings explode and wishes are too far

Thoughts of you invade my head



My eyes are blinded by your face

Because I don't know your feelings' taste

Oh, are they sweat? Or bitterly intense?

I know there is no chance to win the race



Just another day lying on my bed

The invading words begin to spread

Get strong and fill me up with pictures of your face

I can't catch any chance to win the race