Nocturne
Walking with bare feet on the cold floor
Hearing your breathing and rough waves
A seagull is flying over the dark sea
If I had wings like this seagull
I would fly out from this window
To find you, my sleeping beauty
You are always close to me, but hiding
Imagining touching your warm hands
Imagining hearing your soft voice
But, please sleep well my beauty
Enduring loneliness is my pleasure
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