Isn’t it too late to come out of the shade? As this is the light that respite my regretful life, For my existence, it is the repentance. Aren’t thee blind to see me die in harsh light? Black and white surround my life, as some shades cover the night. As for the darkness, it will mend scars from scars. Who would willing prefer getting doomed just after being healed? Dewy dark eyes, hiding the repentant victim, can be caught in the light. To cover from thee and the desire to be found Isn’t it too late to come out shades? Flowers, trees, and the sea captivate the soul to feel free, O heart, O heart, don’t feel light as the bright will kill your sight. To embrace the sun and to taste the white, Isn’t it too late to come out of the shades?