I am tired of living any longer,
in my own misconceptions.
My family, I wrote to them sometimes
but barely found time to send the letters.
But even under the moon and stars of a Parisian night,
loneliness swept over me, as I realised that I had none.
That night that I arrived in the realm of lights, love and mystic
France, oh France. I do.
I am willing to escape and become stronger,
In my own understanding.
My family, I know them no more
but try to find time to send the letters.
But even under the sun and lights of a Parisian day,
Loneliness sweeps over me as it always does.