She strolls on her terrace at midnight, Just to relish the cool breeze and the moonlight. She sips her coffee and tastes the bitter, While hoping her life soon grows better. The music she hears is her amenity, Which also helps her to enjoy the serenity. She forgets the world in the sullen night, As she loves how the silence ignites. In the night of the coldness, She finds delight in the darkness. She quarrels with the moon, Whispering for a boon. She doesn’t worry about her grief, for she enjoys her solace, While imagining she wanders somewhere in a snowy place. Why does she do this every night? Just to steal some time alone, Just to steal some time alone.