All day, my heart faces a faraway place
The orange-like sun sets from the tip of the sky

At some point, the passion in my life had disappeared
Every day, there’s a reflection of my tired self in the mirror

I need a place to rest

If only someone knew how I felt
Or the words I couldn’t say to anyone
Everyone is busy and has left
I’m just standing here

I try counting along the cold wall
But everything has already shaken
The bursting train rattles
As it goes through the darkness

Everyone has some sort of pain
Maybe that’s why
Everyone’s faces are so stony

Why do adults get locked up in their thoughts
With such straight faces?
The face I didn’t know when I was young
Is standing in front of the mirror

I need a place to rest

If only someone knew how I felt
Or the words I couldn’t say to anyone
Everyone is busy and has left
I’m just standing here

I try counting along the cold wall
But everything has already shaken
The bursting train rattles
As it goes through the darkness

If only someone could
Warmly hold me