Rise and shine, you rooster; the sun is rising.

People around here used to awaken at dawn; now though, it has been ages since they last did it, except for me.

They say you would turn into a rooster if you got up so early in the morning. People residing here loathe cock-a-doodle-do, as they loathe waking up at dawn.

It's been a while since I don't know if I'm sitting on the left or the right, it's a strange feeling, maybe another person is sitting here...

Tomorrow, I will be watching the sunrise and singing again, far from the city, far from the madding crowd.

Written & illustrated by Moloud