A dim light might save you,
Bright rays needed for you to be picked up.
Why do you want to feel so blue,
Why do you want to widen the gap.
At times of perfection
There shall be mutual contribution,
Why do you want to bring in destructions,
Love, why do you want to have these contractions.
Keep your lids closed,
That gap will be filled,
The grey must become a colour,
At the end we shall be thrilled.