In a silent night,
In front of the cold computer's screen,
"I'm tired, mom," I cried,
"I wanna go home."
Whenever I see a movie,
Which a friend, a dad, a wife, a teacher,
Comes to cheer their beloved ones,
Gently whispering, "You're not okay,
No worries. I'll always support you,
No matter what happen. Always."
I don't like that city.
No! I hate that city.
I hate those gloomy people.
I wanna come back,
To where I can live peacefully with my beloved one.
Let me go home, please, mom.