world of love
I love the night, I can put out the fire of my heart at night. The tears in my eyes, the false smile on my lips, I can wipe it off my face at night. Sometimes I think of you at night, I dream of what we live. Maybe I wait for the night to grieve, I love not the one who loves me, but the one who doesn't love me. Is it the night that makes man sad or is it man? Waiting for the night to grieve.