I am a traveler in this tired afternoon
Hoping for thirsty water
Looking at the sunset
It doesn't feel good to return to the bird house now
I don't like rain water
When the path ends
I will get the sweet fruit in words.
I left home in that hope
There is no destination destination
Sweat drips from the chest
The fatigue of the path goes on and on and on
That lady seen in the middle of the road
Whose warm gaze to drive mad
A lot of time passed in his smile
When I touch it, I see that it is a touchless mirage
Staying thirsty for the drink of mistakes.
I think I can give an inaccessible path
Hoping to get you
All paths were unfamiliar
You might as well
The day is over and you are not in Roy
The throat is dry, there is no such thing as love
The address of that water may not be found
All dreams and lusts
That's why ginger flowers don't look good
The pumpkin flowers look unfamiliar
Raktajabata and today is dirty
Roses do not spread fragrance
In the fatigue of the path, all is unnecessary today
Yet some do not meet the need
The day is over, the path is over
The river of water does not quench the dry thirst
Maybe I am on the wrong path
Tired afternoon I got his address.
