A dark night and dusk’s long gone, looking out a window I shouldn’t be
at. A quiet night and I think about regrets, too late to leave and too
early to stay. It was once said that regrets are inevitable,
unavoidable, and the only point is to leave yourself with the right
regrets. It’s a quiet night and I see only the roads of regret you’ve
left me. In the dark night I stay too late.