Tomorrow Nothing Will Be the Same
The day is about to end - so suddenly.
I finish reading a thin book. It’s late.
I still think of the well-ending story.
Its content was uncomplicated and straight.
The air behind the window is fresh,
Stars look curiously in my little room -
The guests know exactly my address,
They often light up my dark bedroom.
The night is about to end – so suddenly.
I can’t still fall asleep. I see stars pale.
I try to hold on somehow till morning.
Tomorrow nothing will be the same.
I try not to remember what happened,
The will be no good ending for me.
No, no, I really don’t feel offended.
Just nothing will be the same. Let it be...
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