To be sad

It's all over, now is the time for peace. I will walk on the dew-soaked grass again, In the soft light of the moon I will listen to Rabindra Sangeet in a detached voice, I will walk in the light of the firefly in the pitch black darkness, I won't stop anywhere, Keep hoping to get lost at the end of the road, Don't look back at the dove's call, I will not stretch out my hand in false love, Keep going As long as this defiled body, mind and brain does not stop.