What kind of sleep, where are you?
The neighborhood is more desolate than a dream.
If there is no one, the individuality will be broken.
The mirror has no value, except the face.

People are around for thousands of years.
None of them are still the joy of life
There is no Sinhala, Natore is also dark.
Those who are named on the way, what is their house?

What kind of path, where are you silent?
The direction is gone in the ancient future.
Staying awake is a mockery of time
Rumors are still circulating in the name of plague.

We were in love on this planet.
Bleeding witnesses are also needed,
The raft floated to the last continent
People are around for thousands of years.

I'd rather see you today.
How many straight lines with complex two eyes,
Even if you live, will love live?
These questions are learned from defeat.

If I lose, I will never see you again.
Why are you in such a hurry,
Hanging alone on the wall on a lifeless planet.
The mirror has no value, except the face.