Sleepless night picks the color of the room
Also the bed is singing annoying tune
Maybe I should use this chance and speak to the moon
To make arrangement for good fortune
Sleepless night picks the color of the sky
Even though I covered my head with wrapper
Laying so calm with a firm closed eye
But still, I can hear the soft breeze whisper
Sleepless night picks the color of the floor
Severely I've adjusted my position
What else can I do after I've closed the door
I just wish I can claim the sleeping condition.