It’s been a while since I couldn’t remember the last time I was sitting alone breaking my fast,
and unfortunately today, it happens again.
Everybody is here but yet I’m alone.
Out of the rainy windy moment, I’m breaking my fast alone.
The messy dining table looks empty, the bright lamp seems dim.
The heart goes lonely.
The body is there but the lyrics are anonymous,
same goes to the heart which never be listened to.
And it’s all alone.