Last night, I came home at eleven O'clock.
Nobody was waiting for me, only my voice echoed
in the entrance.
After taking a quick shower, I sat on the couch and
drunk a beer.
An old movie was on TV.

One man who lost everything he had.
He looked up into the sky at Christmas.
There were no stars which he could see.
There were no people whom he could talk to.

Last night, I came home at eleven o'clock.
Nobody was waiting for me, only my voice echoed
in the entrance.

In a moment, I could see the story.
I could touch his body as if it were mine.
As if I were him...or he was me?
Real life...or just a dream?
Why am I feeling like crying?

There're times when my effort doesn't pay off.
There're times when people blame me for
everything.
There're times when I can't look a friend in the
face.
There're times when I feel I'm the only one in the
earth.

The man in the movie was saved in end.
Oh, by the miracle of God.
Will it be happened to me, too?
How does my story go and come to end?
Even though I can't see it right now, I surely will
believe the fantasy of life.
Let us toast! Let's drink beer!