Luyện nghe bài hát The Thirtieth

here i in artificial light, in a cluttered room,
which has never felt like mine.
and outside, the sun is
which i by feeliing,
not by sight.
i stare straight and i feel time passing.
it's tim to move out of this and into the old.
and i try to it, i try to adapt,
i try to ignore the departure.
this insomnia;
but a pathetic revolt against inevitability.
a new begins and i can't leaving the old.
while i know my here ends,
your continues.
you don't see it as such.
i hope that my time here has helped you to see that you must use life to live.
i just want to sleep in your embrace, until orders for me to wake us. then we either drown or rise.
oh, were it only so we could alter these facts.
usualy one has a but here we can't do a thing.
had we been given a to bloom.
but, for once, all we can is circumstance.