And the breeze starts blowing peacefully
When the wet evening comes to its peak
And the unspoken sentiments begin to speak
When the folks of birds return to their nest
And the flowing water streams do some rest
When the heart can hear the nightingales cry
When the sight can reach to the hopeless sky
When those who went do not return
And all boats of hopes begin to burn
Every moment turns in to a decade
And every dream seems to fade
Then eyes become full of sorrowful tears
And heart becomes surrounded by fears
All dreams break up and strive to finish
Every glee dies for which you truly wish
Then hopelessly you walk on lifeless ways
Upon which you never even once wanted to gaze
« return.