失眠

我對著失眠的自己，一時語塞，說不出話來。天氣有點冷，手露在被之外會冰冷，我在被窩裡跟一隻朱古力色的熊談戀愛。

失眠是孤獨的，空氣顯得吞吐和薄弱。

於是時間吃吃地爬行到曙光漸露的早上，我幾乎忘了甚麼是日與夜，甚麼是時間。

EVERYTIME WHEN I FELL ASLEEP
I WISH I WON'T PRETEND TO SLEEP.
OH-NO, MAYBE I AM A FREAK.

EVERYTIME WHEN I SHED A TEAR
HOW I WISH I WON'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY TO MAKE YOU SORRY.
BUT THE LAZY DAYS LIE ON MY BED.
THE STORY GOES ON, YEARS GO BY
THE SHADOW TELLS ME,
SENTIMENTAL KILLS.

EVERYTIME WHEN I FELL ASLEEP
I WISH I REALLY HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DREAM.
TO MAKE ME HAPPY.

PLEASE, SAVE SAVE SAVE ME.

--SENTIMENTAL KILLS


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