The Less I Think About It, The More Sure I Am

But, I Was Still Anxious for my Little Joy -- From Time to Time

No Memory of Morning, No Hope of the Night

Let Him Sleep - He Has No Idea About What Life Can Do to Him

In the Resignedly Optimistic Way in Which One Approaches the Truth -- One Day, One Day...

The Gray Sky Better Suited my Humor

No, Just the Daily Longing to be Swallowed up by the Earth