When everyday is coming,
I try to keep myself busy.
People say life is harsh,
but even more of them told me taking it easy.
When the night is falling,
hope I can sleep like a babe.
One sweet dream might get me happy,
Even though only rare precious moments, it may come to the reality.
Tonight, with another sip of whiskey, I wish it would be, very gently.
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