Giấc ngủ gõ vào mắt tôi: Chúng nặng nề. Ngủ chạm vào miệng tôi: nó vẫn mở.
Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open.Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts from me
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra