when me stare at dusk.. I have expectation to smile morrow day... morning tapi..saat come... that expectation lose ... buur again stab my liver... congested again squeez my chest... my day [is] the same... I re-weeping can... day change swiftly.. [so that/ to be] that pain do not felt again.. and I earn sleep with well-sleep... can.. that pain change by just one [of] smile .. what come from nirvana and just for me..