Little I ask for your time, seldom I ask, but every minute I wish
Acting it's okay but actually it's not
Because I completely understand, you need more time for yourself than for me
Little you notice, I am longing, I am sad, I badly need your time.
A moment, a piece of time is a smile drawn to a face.
Beneath the smile is a great lie; sadness
Rest? Maybe I need rest, I need time for myself.
Maybe if you would allow, I'll spend it with you again.
