No matter what has transpired in the past, I have to accept that you may not be too bad.
To you my mosquito bat, I owe my sleepless night. You who ditched me. While I waited all night long for one spark, one insect dead, one moment of valour, you let me down.
But when the moment was ripe, you entertained me, proved your worth. But for that short chasm when you let me down, I hated you, my mosquito bat.
To you I owe my sleepless night.