Day or night

Every fall I think I die for
Is something better than before.
For my own degeneration,
Memory can't make protection.

The one who I've named 'enemy',
D'you know him? Yes, you do, it's me.

These leaves are flying in this air,
Beg you, give me a tiny bit of care.
Can't find a road to run away,
What's left is living waiting for another day.

No possibilities that daily hate inside
Towards my dusty phrases, no divide
Through day and night. I see no difference.
Love ither apathy, both dont make sense.

Blinded butterfly can't see
If there's someone who's dream she used to be.