She slept in the hope of getting a nice new morning without tears

Before the night is a little deeper, we all fall asleep.

In the hope of getting a good morning.

But my eyes open

I think at one time, that the man's dream was played.
  
I betrayed the faith

Whose hands were left in the middle

Whom I have suffered so many times

She slept in the hope of getting a nice new morning without tears

I do not think we might be suffering from the eyes