I have just two weeks to go before it ends. However, I also know that there is no end to this journey. Listening to your music, I am relieved to realize that I am walking with you. Even though we are far and away from each other, I hear you taking steps with me.
Thank you for the groove of life you share with people. :)
You do not talk much; you are just there when people need you. You do not smile much because you know how the world goes on. I cannot talk much in front of you, either. All I can say to you is Thank you.
A lullaby for a baby is a comfort: A lullaby for a grown-up is an ambivalence. I do not feel like sleeping, but I have to sleep for tomorrow. Babies sleep (for)* the present: we grown-ups sleep for the future.
(For babies, there is no concept like “for” or “because of”. They live and sleep the present, whether it is a good thing or not.)