Far away or, near

Previous years,

Girls' notes,

Gibberish of dreams.

For some reason, I can't sleep at all,

Alone in the night -

Tippy people in the capital!

In vain, Londoners.

Thoughts are hasty

Rushing about in disarray:

Someone's eyes... Willow...

Tippy people.

Everything is mixed up,

My head is foggy...

Maybe I drank a little?

No, I'm not drunk at all.

Darkness, utter darkness,

I can't see a thing.

If you want, I'll kiss you -

Just help me.

Help me, my faithful

Choose a path in the night,

I'll probably get there,

Somehow.

Thoughts are hasty,

Squeezed - don't scream!

Someone's eyes... Willow...

Horror in the dead of night.