lonely even ever

There are only six people in the house ... four walls, the roof and me ... the night is my girlfriend, and the fair day is my buddy ... there are only six people in the house ... the saddened shadow is going for a walk, and I'm going behind it ... may I become like a bird in a picture on the canvas of the blue sky ... and like a moist dew drop on a branch under the rainbow ... there are only six people in the house ... four walls, the roof and me