I am so delicate on this fine day.
People say I howl like a wolf through the darkness
And I am telling you it is going to be okay.
But sometimes I just have loneliness.
At night I get deeper and deeper
And my path keeps getting steeper and steeper.
“Hi people. How are you?”
All I get is an “Achoo.” I say bless you.
I am me and not you.
Please don’t treat me badly,
I don’t want to treat you badly too.
Sometimes I don’t know where I am,
I had lost the sea.
But sometimes I know exactly
where I am supposed to be.