Timid mama, time is asleep, we cannot meet in this world that you still do not see.
Even the hollow mind seems to sleep.
When all life seems to crumble, I want you to hold me, hold me.
But it seems that it will never happen.
Mama, Your eyes hold lies and pain.
Mama, will you ever be proud of the real me?
The me that shines brightly today, with a smile on the face, will never be loved by you.
Searching for a reason to live, when I want to just curl up and die.
Because, you are not here, not here.
In the hollow body that you soul doesn't frequent, you cry while looking at me.
Why? Why are you so broken, when I am not?
Am I wrong? Is it wrong? Answer me. Please, answer me.
My voice seems to tear into pieces, screaming out to a never-comming tomorrow.
Screaming out, into a neverending nightmare.
When you left me...
Even if we continue sleeping and sleeping, morning never comes for the weakling.
I want to be with you, you will not take me with you.
If I stare at the multi-colored sky, even now.
Tears seem to stroll down my dirty face.
In the quiet rhythm, the common days are carved.
In spite of this, I can't offer anything to you.
You cries that are comming from the bedroom, I don't want to see you in such a state.
Please, smile for me again, mama.
Gentle mama, even if I disappear, there's someone else you love more than I.
Brave mama, please, just once, weep for me.
These eyes moist with tears still cannot be conveyed.
The letter which you wrote cannot be opened once more, the address wasn't written.
Even this grazed voice, again, this wish that doesn't reach, doesn't reach you real you.
The nameless you, now I want to embrace you, embrace you, like you used to do to me.
When I was the only one that you had loved.
When you had actually loved the real me.
Why can't I ever please you?