Besedila: Mourning September. Glorietta.

Overnight, you take away the weeping
Wake me from my sleep and I greet the morning light
And overwhelmed I turn my face to see you
Once again I?m free to live my glorietta life
The sun rises on me in the morning
Without regard to emotion
If I cry myself to sleep, is it swollen eyes that cause me not to see?
What if I cried myself to sleep tonight?
Separate from you
Will you still beckon in the morning, every morning?
I won?t be separate from you.