It's four in the morning, and the air is still,
deep in my chest, there's an empty space to fill,
I stare at the bulb, in my vacant room,
I hoping that you'll, arrive very, very soon.
I'm not cut out, for a life alone,
tonight I've never felt, so on my own,
so if you want, to be by my side,
I'm lost in life, and I need a guide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem