24 hours

　　What you're waiting for isn't anything else, but endless twenty-four hours.
　　He'll never have time; he doesn't want to wake up here.
　　Twenty-four hours exist, day and night are colorless.

　　Seven o'clock in the afternoon.
　　I sit on the edge of the bed, continuing my nonsensical ramblings.
　　Hands-on paper, grabbing it repeatedly, half-finished.
　　How I long to throw everything away.
　　To play beautiful songs,
　　to speak touching words.
　　To sleep soundly for a lifetime.

　　Mom said what time I went to sleep yesterday;
　　how can I say what time it is today?
　　I'm a little scared, but also brave.
　　I can just stay up very late.

　　You can come here and see;
　　I know there's no trace of you here. I
　　've searched for so long and haven't found you
　　; I'm unwilling to give up.

　　Of course I'm sleepy.
　　Of course I'm not feeling well.